At that moment, did Zhou Xu look anything like a reinforcement force sent to provide support? He was practically an emperor inspecting his own territory! With an arrogant air, he gestured for the kneeling servants before him to rise.
As soon as his words fell, the rampant mental pressure vanished without a trace, and a large number of black-skinned soldiers collapsed on the spot.
This situation left Fisher, who had just straightened his back, with an almost irresistible urge to draw his blade.
But with the circumstances stronger than the man, all he could do now was think about it. In a sense, he didn't even dare to think about it.
A Saint Realm Mage's perceptive abilities were far too strong. Any obvious emotional fluctuation, hostility, or killing intent could be detected by the other party.
When that happened, the other party could simply ride off on his pegasus and pat himself on the butt as he left—but they wouldn't be able to leave!
Zhou Xu's opening show of force made Fisher and the other officers clearly recognize their situation.
Facing the Blood Hand Clan this time, if the Smith Kingdom wanted to survive intact, wouldn't they have to beg for their help?
Once he realized this, Fisher felt even more stifled, yet he had no choice but to bow his head to reality.
Fisher could never have imagined that something like this would happen to him one day.
What a joke! He was a Vajra Realm martial artist! A Vajra Realm martial artist!!
Of course, for now, he only dared to say that in his heart.
After all, Zhou Xu's performance just now had already made it perfectly clear: If you dare provoke me, I'll throw a tantrum!
"Cough, cough!!"
When they arrived at the conference room, Fisher gave