"Leave this to me today. Promise me you won't cause any deaths."
An Juli nodded and turned to call out:
"Who goes there? This is the Coronation Ceremony. What are you doing here?"
Seeing that the other party did not respond and continued advancing, An Juli shouted, "Guards—"
"There's no need for that."
The man in black interrupted softly.
His voice seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly stirring the emotions of everyone present. Instinctively, people began to obey his will.
At the same time, Long Yuqiong and the other two received a stream of system notifications:
'???' has cast the redemption art—*True Word Art · Control*, forcibly making listeners within range undergo a 'Will' attribute check. '???'s bloodline talent, *Dawn King's Decree*, has activated—when casting a redemption art that can force a check, the first round's check result is ignored, directly obtaining a favorable result. Check failed. You have been inflicted with the status—Silenced: unable to cast chant-type skills or engage in conversation.
"Mmgh, mmgh, mmgh!"
Ye Zhangjian's eyes widened. It was as though his tongue had been cut out; no matter what he did, it refused to obey him. After gesturing wildly for a long while to no effect, he could only open the chat window—only to see a glaring line of text: Group chat cannot be used while Silenced.
Holy shit! What kind of skill is this?
Ye Zhangjian went numb. So did his two companions beside him. Not only could they not speak, they could not even send emojis or write.
Yu Tianxiao, however, realized something and silently thought to himself:
This guy's bloodline ability is powerful. He's no ordinary person. It seems a true god must have emerged among his ancestors.
Born into the spellcasting-proficient Artisan God Race, he naturally understood how