As the new Speaker's orders were carried out.
Hall Master Chen and Qiangu Qingfeng loosened their grip as well.
That drove the great families into a desperate corner. Like dogs leaping over a wall, they stole all three Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shells.
Though "stole" was perhaps the wrong word... The people guarding the Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shells had been bribed.
After all, for a guaranteed return...
There were plenty of people willing to take the risk.
And what the families offered was a return of a thousandfold, even a millionfold.
Only a saint could have resisted.
Even those who cared little for money would have had their reason eaten away by such immense greed.
Even if the price was their lives.
But people always believed they might get lucky.
What if?
What if they were never found out?
What if they got lucky and were let off?
What if the people above them did not care?
When greed blinded their minds...
They had no shortage of excuses to coax themselves onto a steel wire strung across a sheer, ten-thousand-foot cliff.
At that moment, members of the great families, powerful clans, and sects gathered once more in a remote town.
"I've got both Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shells from the Godslayer Series."
A man spoke slowly.
He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. The lamplight reflected off them, hiding the look in his eyes.
Another middle-aged man took a deep breath first, as if to steel himself.
Then he let it out in a long exhale.
"Eternal Kingdom... is ours."
The Federation had built four Level 12 Fixed Soul Tool Shells in all.
After developing the first, the Federation invited the leaders of the major powers to witness it.
They called it a demonstration, but it