Ming Tianchen slowly walked toward the highest throne.
The instant he sat down.
The entire hall seemed to tremble.
His deep eyes slowly swept over everyone present.
"Take your seats."
His voice was quiet, but carried an unquestionable authority.
Everyone took their seats. Once they had all settled down.
Ming Tianchen spoke again. "You all know the situation in the Central Plains."
His tone was calm.
"The Great Zhou Imperial Family has lost a Great Perfection Realm expert, shaking the nation's fortune. This is the perfect opportunity for our Four Seas Alliance to return to the Central Plains."
Elder Galaxy stroked his beard.
He was the first to speak. "You are absolutely right, Grand Alliance Leader. But that Devil Master..."
He paused.
A trace of apprehension flashed through his eyes.
"Anyone who could force King Ancestor Qin to burn through his entire lifespan is no easy opponent."
At those words, a flicker of indifference crossed Ming Tianchen's eyes.
"The Devil Master?"
He chuckled.
"I admit that the Devil Master has some strength, but... that is all."
There was a hint of disdain in his voice.
"He merely relied on a suit of heaven-tier armor to wear that old ghost Jiang Hanyuan down to his death."
"When an age has no heroes, even a whelp can make a name for himself."
He shook his head.
At those words.
The hall erupted in laughter.
"You speak wisely, Grand Alliance Leader. What does a mere Devil Master amount to? He isn't even worthy of carrying your shoes."
Burning Sea Lord offered his flattery.
"Exactly, exactly."
Crossing Sea Lord narrowed his eyes, cold light flickering within them.
"He certainly has a ravenous appetite. Five million mid-grade spirit stones! Sooner or later, our Four Seas Alliance will make him cough them up, principal and interest