Any general who could stand in the Council Hall of the Human-Demon Battlefield Grand Governor's Mansion had earned his place through genuine military merit, carving his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The killing intent and baleful aura around them were so dense they seemed almost tangible.
An ordinary martial artist would turn ice-cold all over from a single glance from them. A martial artist weaker than them might not even dare move under that gaze.
If martial artists of the same rank fought them, their strength would be suppressed by at least twenty percent.
Now, the dozens of generals in the hall who were Grand Governor Ji Yuan's trusted subordinates exerted pressure on Ye Zhen at once. Their divine senses, carrying near-tangible killing intent and baleful aura, simultaneously locked onto Ye Zhen.
The temperature throughout the hall instantly dropped to freezing, with a coldness that seemed capable of turning dripping water to ice.
Grand Governor Ji Yuan's personal guards standing at the entrance hundreds of meters away could not help shivering, their bodies tightening from the chill.
And that was from hundreds of meters away.
Had they been standing where Ye Zhen was, in the center of the hall, they reckoned they would have long since fainted.
One had to know that anyone qualified to serve as Grand Governor Ji Yuan's personal guard and stand watch at the Council Hall entrance was an elite at the Mystic Palace Realm Ninth Heaven Peak.
Yet Ye Zhen, at the heart of this vortex of killing intent, acted as though nothing had happened. Completely ignoring the killing intent crashing toward him like raging waves, he grinned at Marquis Kaiyuan Ji Guan.
"What is this? This Marshal merely spoke the truth. I was only kindly giving Marquis a 'reminder,'