Perhaps their power was overwhelming in their home territory, with no one daring to contend against them. They had likely grown accustomed to running rampant, too arrogant and lawless, which was why they spoke like that.
Beilin, the Kobold seated above, still wore a smile and said nothing. He did not care whether these humans lived or died; he would trade with whoever offered greater benefits. Beilin could tell that Zhao Fu seemed interesting, so he did not order Zhao Fu driven away.
The others watched as though enjoying a show, hoping the conflict between the two sides would grow fiercer. They had long been dissatisfied with the six major factions and harbored resentment toward them. Seeing those people suffer was satisfying.
Still, they had no intention of meddling. Zhao Fu's life or death had nothing to do with them. Even if he died, he would deserve it!
Yet Zhao Fu merely gave a cold snort. With faint disdain and a trace of killing intent, he said, "Do you... want to die?"
Those words treated them as if they were nothing at all, as though he were speaking to ants. The six were instantly enraged. They had always stood high above others—how could they endure such humiliation? All of them rose at once, ready to strike and kill this fool who did not know his place, to vent the hatred in their hearts.
"Kneel!"
A cold voice rang out abruptly, accompanied by an eruption of supreme, sovereign might that froze the air throughout the room.
The six only felt an enormous force pressing down upon their bodies. Even after mobilizing every scrap of their cultivation, they had not the slightest ability to resist. Their legs gave way, and with a thud, they crashed heavily to their knees.
These six had