Gulp.
His throat bobbed.
Marquis Guiyuan was horrified.
Facing this man, he could not even mobilize his mana.
His trump card had nearly become the talisman that claimed his life.
As a feudal lord planted by the Nether Race in the northwest, his purpose was to watch for any unifying force emerging there and obstruct it.
Yet just as the alliance gathering of the Nine Marquises and Hundred Clans had begun, Marquis Guanming had entered the venue with a divine weapon in hand.
"Under... stood." Marquis Guiyuan answered tremblingly.
"Go."
Tu Shan Jun slowly withdrew his finger.
Without anyone noticing, a thread of black-red silk attached itself to Marquis Guiyuan's hair.
Granted a reprieve, Marquis Guiyuan fled through the void as though running for his life.
More than a hundred people filled the hall, silent as cicadas in winter.
Wu Rong smiled at the crowd, spreading his arms. "The northwest has been in chaos for far too long. The Devil Abyss eyes us like a tiger watches its prey, the great clans covet us greedily, and for ten thousand years the upper reaches of the Nether River have rarely known peace. We have had no choice but to remain trapped in this barren land."
"Now, my Underworld wishes to act on Heaven's behalf and restore peace to the northwest beneath the Yin Sky. Are you all willing to walk with me?"
Dao Lord Fire Crow had witnessed Tu Shan Jun's strength. Naturally, he was the first to state his position.
He cupped his hands and bowed deeply. "I am willing to heed the Manor Lord's commands!"
Marquis Chunhan did not hesitate. "I am willing to submit."
Marquis Wuzhao looked around to either side. If he did not submit, this would likely end badly. With a long sigh, he gave a