"Fodder? You mean those trash from America? It's still unclear who the fodder really is."
The one who spoke was the Lord whom Lin Yiyi had beaten badly.
He was extremely powerful and had already slain a Lord who had tried to seize a Throne. At that moment, his eyes swept over the other Lords present as he said nonchalantly,
"If you aren't strong enough and die, then you die. Who can you blame?"
"These baseless rules can only restrain the weak. True powerhouses are the ones who make the rules. Who would bother explaining any of this to you?"
"Do you think this is child's play?"
Seeing his attitude,
the Spirit Association minister could only sigh inwardly.
Though the several Lords present had come in person, each harbored their own thoughts.
Lord of Metal alone was not enough to keep them in line.
At that moment,
Lin Yiyi, who had remained silent until now, spoke.
"You're right. The strong are the ones who make the rules. That means the rules you're hearing now were made by those supreme powerhouses."
"If you're unwilling to follow them, then speak to him yourself."
At those words,
the speaking Lord's gaze flickered, and he unconsciously looked toward the door.
At some point, a figure had appeared there.
Tall and elegant, with a calm expression, he slowly stepped into the conference room.
As he passed beside the Lords, every one of their muscles tensed. A powerful aura swept through their hearts, making them grit their teeth involuntarily.
Yang God Lord.
Undertaker.
His appearance immediately silenced every Lord.
Everyone rose to their feet and welcomed him inside.
Even the Lord who had been so aggressive moments ago respectfully nodded to him upon seeing him, his legs trembling.
In an instant, all his temper vanished.
He