At that same instant, within the protective light barrier of Blood River Military City, everyone's gaze instinctively turned toward Ye Zhen.
However, for most people, this was merely an instinctive reaction under the threat of the Primordial Wa Ling Race Saint Son.
After all, the Five Spirit Generals of the Primordial Wa Ling Clan had previously displayed astonishing power.
The Great Zhou Empire prized martial prowess above all else. To the various tribes and barbarians surrounding the Primordial Continent, and to all other races across the myriad worlds, Great Zhou had always held only one attitude—beat them!
Beat them until they submitted!
Even if their own side suffered grievous losses, they would never compromise.
If sacrificing a hundred thousand men was not enough, then sacrifice a million. If a million was not enough, then sacrifice ten million!
They could sweat, shed tears, bleed, and cast away their heads, but they would never compromise!
This was the iron-blooded bottom line of the Great Zhou Empire.
It was also one of the foundations that had allowed the Great Zhou Empire to endure for countless years.
Thus, for more than ninety-nine percent of the people present, the Primordial Wa Ling Race Saint Son's threat had never even been worth considering.
Forget that Ye Zhen was a high-ranking minister of Great Zhou and a current Duke; even if he had been an ordinary general or soldier, no one would have dared hand him over.
Whoever dared hand him over would be committing an outrage against all under heaven. Those who had done such things in the past had all killed themselves to apologize to the world.
Still, there were one or two whose heads had overheated.
For instance, Marquis Kaiyuan Ji Guan. At the Wa Ling Holy Son's threat, his eyes shifted toward First