"Speak! Are you all dead? You don't even have a way to break this? Are you all worthless?" Hall Master Bi Ze, who had been bottling up seven days' worth of nameless fury and frustration, roared hysterically.
"Ah, speak up! Are you all worthless?"
After Hall Master Bi Ze's hysterical roar, the main hall of the Battle Soul Hall fell deathly silent.
Whether it was Left Grand Chief Priest Xi Mo, the many Sun Priests, or the core Moon Priests led by Sima Yan, not a single person spoke.
After roaring, Bi Ze stared fixedly at everyone present. Suddenly, he caught a trace of resentment on several Sun Priests' faces, their eyes brimming with dissatisfaction.
Those dissatisfied looks were like a basin of cold water dumped over his head, instantly jolting the enraged Bi Ze awake.
This matter truly did not seem to be their fault.
Forget them—even he, the Hall Master, was at his wits' end.
Slowly sitting back down, Bi Ze let out a long breath of pent-up air, and his voice softened.
"I was too anxious and let out some nameless anger. I ask for everyone's understanding."
With the Hall Master taking the initiative to admit fault, the Sun Priests and Moon Priests below could no longer remain seated. One after another, they hurriedly said it was nothing and that everyone understood.
After all, the foundation of Battle Soul Hall Master Bi Ze's authority was precisely these Sun Priests and core Moon Priests before him. Without their support, he would soon become a Hall Master stripped of real power.
"Thank you all for your understanding. However, this situation must change immediately. If Ye Zhen continues blocking us, not only will Battle Soul Hall's affairs be unable to operate normally and suffer tremendous losses.
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