After dealing with Zhou Weiqing, Xia Ming did not linger for even a moment.
With a flash, he returned to where the Golden Dragon King's battlefield had been—to the front of the gods.
By now, most of the God Realm's surviving gods had gathered here.
Some were drenched in blood, while others had chaotic auras. Clearly, they had all paid no small price in the previous battle.
But the moment Xia Ming appeared before them, everyone's gazes gathered on him at the same time.
They carried awe and wariness, along with a trace of emotion too complicated to put into words.
Xia Ming looked around at them, his gaze calm and sharp, like two invisible swords sweeping across the face of every god.
He offered no preamble and went straight to the point, his tone firm and decisive.
"From this day onward, I will control the God Realm Hub."
His voice was not loud, but it carried an irresistible majesty that echoed through the void.
It made the heart of every god present tremble.
"Who is in favor? Who is against?"
Xia Ming's gaze slowly swept over them as he waited for their answer.
His tone was calm, but everyone could sense the power hidden beneath that calm, a power enough to crush everything.
No one doubted that if anyone dared to step forward and object, they would end up the same as Tang San and Zhou Weiqing in the next second.
Though they might not be willing to submit to Xia Ming, most of the gods had no objection.
They looked at one another, exchanging glances, but no one dared to speak first.
The gods present all knew it in their hearts.
Given the current situation, even if all the gods attacked together, they could not possibly be a