The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains Submit

The faces of the various factions darkened.

Chu Jiang was being far too overbearing. With a single sentence, he wanted the nations and major tribes of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains to submit.

Crack!

The lord of the Corpse Hill Tribe, clad in blood armor, crushed the wine cup in his hand.

His face twisted with ferocity—

"Dream on. The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains have always stood apart from the world and have never submitted to anyone. Please do not interfere in our internal affairs."

"No matter how much slaughter there is, it is the business of our Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. What right does an outsider like you have to interfere?"

"Do not think that you can do whatever you please just because you are strong. The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains are not a place where you can run wild. Do you think we are all cowards who cling to life and fear death? ...The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains will never submit to any faction."

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

"The Corpse Hill Tribe is right."

"The masters of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains can only be its native inhabitants."

The lords of major tribes such as the Buried Mountain Tribe and the Mountain Ogre Tribe rose from their seats within the royal hall, voicing their support for Corpse Hill.

In their eyes, had Chu Jiang not summoned them to Tengdu because he wanted to seize the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains without shedding a drop of blood, afraid of staining his hands with blood?

He did not believe that Chu Jiang would dare defy the will of the world by inviting them to Tengdu, only to kill them outright.

Under normal circumstances, they naturally would not have dared to be so presumptuous.

But if Chu Jiang wished to leave his name