Qiang Changfeng had no choice but to kill the messenger who had brought back the shocking news, barely using this to suppress the chaos in the hearts of the officials within the hall.
But the fear and turmoil within himself were utterly impossible to quell.
Qiang Changfeng swept his gaze over the crowd below, concealing his fear behind an imposing demeanor. With his hands clasped behind his back, he slowly said:
"My lords, what are your thoughts?"
The officials before the hall looked at one another. For a time, not a single one dared speak.
Clearly, they did not know what to say.
After all, Qiang Changfeng had just raised a hand and killed the messenger who brought the news.
Of course they knew why that soldier had died.
And the soldier's words had absolutely not been baseless nonsense!
As everyone remained silent, one official hesitated again and again before finally speaking.
"Clan Chief, why not seek peace?"
"That Jiang Feng is immensely powerful. He has now absorbed the rebel troops from our clan's fortress and has the support of several hundred powerful divine beasts."
"Our clan may be able to destroy him, but we will surely suffer enormous losses."
The moment the others heard this, they immediately chimed in. "Yes, at this point, making peace is the best course of action."
"If we insist on suppressing them by force, our clan will certainly suffer grievous losses. We must remember that several clans around us have long been eyeing us like tigers eyeing their prey, seeking to seize several of our mineral veins."
"If they seize this opportunity, the consequences will be unthinkable."
"If we can make peace with the Black Mountain Tribe and acknowledge their independence, perhaps we can borrow their strength in the future to suppress the surrounding