Can Shen Gongbao Take Down Yuan Futong and the Other Rebels? If He Fails Within Three Months, He'll Bring His Head to Answer!

Inside the hall.

As Shen Gongbao's voice fell silent.

The hall sank into a lengthy silence as well.

The fierce generals and strategists all frowned or cast doubtful looks his way. Chong Heihu, the new Northern King, also frowned slightly.

Yet, facing this madman.

None of them said anything further. Instead, they left the decision to the new Northern King.

Everyone knew about the problem posed by Yuan Futong and the other seventy-two demonic lords.

If Yuan Futong and the others had known their place, they likely would not have considered dealing with them so soon.

But Yuan Futong and the others were far too greedy. They actually demanded two-thirds of the lands they had conquered. Such greed was a crime worthy of execution!!

But the situation was different now.

Great Shang was powerful.

If they suppressed or even annihilated Yuan Futong and the other feudal lords, both sides would likely suffer severe losses.

Then Great Shang's armies would descend upon them, and all their efforts would come to nothing.

But if they did not suppress Yuan Futong, that would be troublesome too!!

Were they really supposed to watch these unruly commoners from impoverished, bitterly cold backwaters lead a pack of beasts with a blood feud against the Human Race and ride roughshod over them?

How could that be possible?

Now, someone had brought them a pillow just as they had grown sleepy.

This Immortal who claimed to be from the Chan Sect said he could deal with Yuan Futong, so why not let him handle Yuan Futong?

As long as it did not cost them a single soldier, that was enough!

Chong Heihu tapped his fingers against the table and chair, his tiger-like eyes sweeping across the room with murderous majesty.

His cold gaze settled on Shen Gongbao.

Yet