"Enough, daoist friend Deng. You have taught them their lesson and vented your anger. Take this ten-thousand-year Vermillion Fruit, and let this matter end here. How about it?"
The commotion had grown so great that it drew over all the Dongshan Association cultivators stationed throughout Shangshan.
The other several Titans of the Dongshan Association emerged from the void and appeared in the high altitude, looking down as though they were watching a good show.
Xue Zhenyun, the Association Leader, flashed directly before the crowd,
breaking the tense standoff around them as he spoke in a conciliatory tone.
"Fine. Since the Alliance Leader has spoken, I, Deng Long, am not one to be ungrateful. Let this matter end here."
Deng Long appeared somewhat unwilling,
clenching his fists as powerful profound light of magic power flickered in his hands. His terrifying aura struck and twisted the vacuum, as though he were forcibly suppressing the resentment in his heart, on the verge of venting it.
Xue Zhenyun did not mind this at all.
Instead, he felt pleased,
because although he, Xue Zhenyun, was the Alliance Leader of the Dongshan Association, the Dongshan Association itself was a highly loose organization. The various Titans each had their own factions and forces; they had only barely gathered together because they had to face pressure from the imperial court.
Though his strength was the greatest within the Dongshan Association,
he was only at the Half-step Myriad Transformations level.
His faction was stronger than the others by a notch, but it had not yet reached the point where he could invincibly suppress them all.
Thus, his position as Alliance Leader of the Dongshan Association was usually little more than a rubber stamp, barely coordinating and resolving conflicts among the various factions. He did not possess much authority.
Deng