The arrogance and smugness on everyone's faces froze in an instant, replaced by panic and horror rising from the depths of their hearts.
A bloodline pressure emanating from high-tier troops—especially the dragon might radiating from those Dragon Clan troops—pressed heavily upon every lord and troop. The spiritual energy throughout their bodies nearly seized up, while their A-, B-, and C-rank troops trembled and instinctively shrank back, unable even to muster the courage to look up.
They had seen S-rank troops before, but never an assembly like this: several thousand S-rank troops of all kinds, each radiating an aura far beyond that of ordinary troops of the same rank. That overwhelming presence was beyond anything an ordinary lord's army could withstand.
Many lords in the crowd instinctively took half a step back, regret flickering in their eyes as they secretly began to reconsider.
But it had come to this. Thirty thousand lords from different guilds had gathered here. If they retreated now, they would not only become a laughingstock but also offend Su Wanqing and the powerful factions allied behind her, leaving them nowhere to stand in human territory.
The lords could only force down their panic, grit their teeth, and pretend to remain calm. They gritted their teeth and formed ranks, taking up battle positions in a bid to draw courage from their numbers and hide their fear.
The Five-Colored Divine Deer beneath Su Wanqing also felt the pressure bearing down on it and nervously pawed the ground.
Her brows knitted together as she suppressed a flicker of shock. Rising from the deer's back, she fixed her icy gaze on Chu Feng and shouted furiously:
"Dao Ancestor Disciple! How dare you!"
"The members of the Hundred Flowers Pavilion had no grudge against you. They merely exchanged a few words with