The enormous conference room was deathly silent.
Several dozen people stood there respectfully, every one of them lowering their heads and trembling like cicadas in winter as they listened to the roar of the tall figure at the end of the room, not daring to make a single sound.
At the end of the conference room.
A burly figure clad in purple armor sat there. He resembled a War God; even while seated, he was nearly two meters tall. Especially those blood-red eyes of his, which made hearts tremble.
Yet the most distinctive feature was the dark crimson horn atop his head. Its sharp tip seemed capable of piercing the vault of heaven, making the aura he radiated even more domineering.
This was Marquis Mintian.
The ruler of the hundreds of millions of citizens in Mintian City. With a single command, hundreds or thousands of heads could fall.
He was also part of the true upper ruling class of the Guyue Divine Kingdom, his power soaring into the heavens.
The Guyue Divine Kingdom's system was entirely different from that of the Seven Star Human Civilization.
In the latter, even ordinary people possessed certain rights... The law stipulated that even powerful Demigods could not slaughter ordinary people at will. The civilization as a whole was relatively peaceful.
But the Guyue Divine Kingdom was a chaotic mixture of many races.
The Demigods stood high above all others, wielding astonishing authority. Over most of the citizens within the territories under their command, they truly possessed the power of life and death. Wanton slaughter was a trivial matter.
Unless!
You displayed extremely high value—for example, some researchers of astonishing worth, or those with extraordinary martial arts talent.
For instance, Mohu!
"My territory is only this large. Was it easy for a Demigod-Tier Genius to