"The second sentence: his majesty said that he was a Grandmaster of Immortal Grade Medicinal Herbs, most skilled at reviving powerful experts," Xie Wuyou said honestly.
Boom!
The moment his words fell, a vast aura like an enraged dragon erupted from the throne, locking tightly onto Xie Wuyou and pinning him to his seat, unable to move in the slightest.
"What exactly did the Flame Emperor know?"
The black-robed man seated upon the black throne abruptly rose. His resolute, blade-carved face revealed neither joy nor anger as he stared at Xie Wuyou and spoke word by word.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The two men and two women seated below the Martial Ancestor said nothing. They merely rose with anger on their faces. Having heard this much, how could they not understand what the master of the Endless Fire Territory was implying?
Struggling to breathe, Xie Wuyou opened his mouth with great difficulty, his lips trembling slightly. "I do not know."
Buzz...
The terrifying pressure filling the entire hall quietly vanished.
"I was rash. Someone, see the guest out."
A voice of indiscernible emotion came from the depths of the hall.
"Elder Wuyou, this way, please."
An Earthly Sovereign expert from the Martial Border stepped forward and bowed.
Gulp!
Xie Wuyou's clothes were slightly damp with sweat. With a pale face, he silently swallowed and followed the attendant out of the hall.
At that moment, he had truly felt the threat of death.
If the Martial Ancestor had acted, Xie Wuyou would undoubtedly have died. The feeling was the same as when he faced His Majesty. Cultivation had never been the absolute measure of combat power; some people were simply born to look down upon all living beings.
"Brother, the Flame Emperor of the Endless Fire Territory clearly knows something. Why didn't