As Long Zhantian's resounding offer of more than half fell, the entire hall went silent.
For a moment, not one of the several hundred people in the hall spoke. Only the faint crackling of spirit fire burning within the enormous pearl lamps sounded especially clear in the silence.
The envoys from the Subordinate Sects looked at one another, their eyes filled with shock.
Half of the Dragon Battle Palace's power, combined with thirty percent of the Snake God Hall's territory and resources—such generosity could no longer be described with the word "generous."
This was practically a tenth of the entire Northern Domain's power being handed over just like that. It was equivalent to firmly binding the future of the Dragon Battle Palace to Lin Ming.
Long Qingyue and the Southern Heavenly King had clearly known about this beforehand. They merely nodded silently, showing no reluctance whatsoever.
Long Qingyue sat not far below and beside Lin Ming. Her eyes were slightly lowered, and no emotion could be seen on her face. Yet her fingers, resting on her knees, lightly clenched the hem of her dress. That tiny motion betrayed a trace of tension within her heart.
She knew that her father was doing this both to repay a favor and to find the Dragon Battle Palace a backer so powerful that no one would dare touch it. But what she cared about more was how Lin Ming would respond.
Though the other Dragon Battle Palace higher-ups were shaken, no one spoke in opposition.
Over these past days, they had all personally witnessed how Lin Ming had turned the tide of the entire battle and erased She Wuyou completely through his own strength.
In a world where strength reigned supreme, a powerful expert capable of slaying an Earth Sovereign was worth such