The Yang God Lord who had acted remained calm, not even opening his eyes, as though he did not care in the slightest about the commotion before him.
For a moment, everyone present's pupils constricted sharply.
"Yang God Lord..."
At the same time,
Someone nearby let out a light laugh. Su Qingying, the accompanying Xia Kingdom representative and Spirit Association commissioner, looked at the British Empire representatives opposite her.
"Blood has splashed everywhere. It smells awful. Aren't you going to call someone to clean it up? This is hardly a gentlemanly way to receive guests."
"..."
Su Qingying's gentle voice added a touch of eeriness to the scene.
The British Empire representatives' pupils trembled. They had originally wanted to say something, but Su Qingying's words caught in their throats.
You killed one of our people in public.
And you expect us to clean up the blood?
The resentment in their hearts lasted only an instant before they quickly came to their senses, swallowed by boundless terror.
When the Yang God Lord killed that senior official just now, he had not even opened his eyes.
It was as though he had crushed an ant.
Who cared whether an ant lived or died?
At that thought, everyone felt a chill run through their hearts.
If that senior official was an ant, then what were they? What difference was there between them and that overly talkative official?
Back home, these people organized power, so even the strong treated them reasonably well. But this man was different. Did they have any standing to speak here?
To the Yang God Lord, killing them would be no different from wiping out a nest of ants.
After a brief silence,
The Raging Sea Lord slowly spoke.
"Have someone clear away the blood mist here. Perhaps we can