Divine Asura Domain, the Divine Hall of the Main Realm.
The atmosphere was oppressively heavy.
Grand Elder Ming Luo stood in the center of the hall, his head lowered, not daring even to breathe too loudly.
Before him, Xuanji's expression was so dark it could have dripped water.
"What did you say?" Xuanji's voice seemed to squeeze out between his teeth.
"Th-that group has appeared again," Ming Luo said with difficulty.
"Just now, thirty-seven Great Domains under our authority sent urgent reports at the same time. Half their fortune was... was forcibly drained."
"Damn them!"
Xuanji slammed his palm onto the throne's armrest, instantly pulverizing the indestructible throne forged with Chaos Divine Gold.
"How dare they?!" Xuanji was beside himself with rage.
The True Lord had only just returned. He had said nothing except to tell them not to provoke the Flowing Light Domain again.
At the time, Xuanji had assumed the True Lord had intervened and disposed of that group once and for all.
But now, things seemed completely different from what he had imagined.
"This time... they acted differently than before," Ming Luo cautiously added.
"They only took half the fortune and did not harm anyone's life. Even the realm lords of those worlds were only temporarily suppressed, not killed."
"And... they avoided our Divine Asura Domain."
Xuanji's brows knitted tightly at those words.
What was this supposed to be?
A slap across the face, followed by a sweet date?
Or was it a show of force? A warning?
Were they telling us, I can come and go as I please, but I won't touch your core interests, so don't provoke me either?
"What about the other domains? How are things there?" Xuanji calmed down and asked.
"The Nether Demon Domain, the Heavenly Demon Domain... their situations