Because the sect had risen to first-rate status, Jun Changxiao's emotions surged greatly. He wanted to wrap things up quickly, so without any hemming and hawing, he went straight to the heart of the meeting.
My Eternal Sect will become the foremost sect on the continent, and I, Jun Changxiao, will sit in the top seat. Do you approve? Do you agree?
Yet once he finished speaking, the entire venue fell silent. The entire continent fell silent as well, frozen like a painting.
Many people had not understood the purpose of holding the Martial Alliance Conference. Now they all knew. The Eternal Sect had not merely risen to first-rate status—it intended to command the entire continent!
If this had happened before, people would have long since cursed their heads off. After all, who did not want to be the boss? But from ancient times until now, had anyone truly managed it?
But now, martial artists were conflicted, and ordinary people were conflicted too.
Who wanted to be the boss? The Eternal Sect's master! He had entered the Plane Battlefield ahead of everyone else and carved out new territory within it, turning what should have been a certain death trap into a sightseeing trip.
Who did not know of such a favor?
The venue sank into silence, and the atmosphere became solemn.
Jun Changxiao rested one hand on the podium and, imitating Secretary Dakang's tone, said, "The nine Martial Gods, state your positions."
"..."
Spirit Emperor, Emperor Jing, and the others exchanged glances.
They knew the Martial Alliance Conference was meant to establish an alliance organization, but they had not expected Jun Changxiao to skip all procedure and directly demand to be the boss. It truly caught them off guard.
"Ahem!"
A soft cough suddenly came from above the venue.
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