The next day, the air in the council hall seemed frozen. Gu Yuan, Yan Jin, and Lei Ying, the three clan leaders, sat around the table with Xiao Ze, holding final discussions on the details of troop deployments, supply allocation, intelligence sharing, and other matters for the three clans' united resistance against the Hun Clan. Every decision concerned the future safety of the Central Plains.
However, just as Gu Yuan mentioned that the Ancient Clan would open its ancient secret realm to train top fighters for the allied forces, his eyes, which seemed capable of seeing through the dust of eternity, suddenly narrowed. His peaceful aura turned sharp as a sword in an instant.
He jerked his head up, his gaze piercing through the heavy roof of the council hall and stabbing toward the boundless void beyond the Ancient Realm.
"Hun Tiandi, with your status, why resort to the acts of a coward?"
Gu Yuan's voice was not loud, yet it carried the boundless Dou Qi of a nine-star Dou Sheng and the majesty the Ancient Clan had inherited over ten thousand years. It crashed through the depths of everyone's souls like a bolt of divine thunder from the heavens.
In an instant, every strong fighter in the council hall stiffened. Then boundless shock and fierce fighting spirit surged skyward.
The killing intent that had only just subsided on the training grounds was instantly replaced by an even deadlier, more oppressive sense of crisis.
If anyone could make Gu Yuan lose his composure like this, it was Hun Tiandi—and no one else!
"Hun Tiandi..." Xiao Ze slowly rose to his feet. Purple-Gold Flame and Black Flame coiled around him like two lurking spirit serpents, and the interwoven flames burst with a suffocating heat.
His gaze turned colder than ten-thousand-year-old black