The atmosphere in the clearing turned tense the moment Ekulu said those words.
Zhang Yu, however, seemed utterly unconcerned. "And what gives you the right to do this?"
Ekulu stared at him. "I know there are many Eastern Court People, but we also have many priests. As a Scion, I think you understand that ordinary people can't overcome them merely through numbers."
Zhang Yu looked at him. "Judging by the number of people in the Steel Claw Tribe, you have roughly a hundred priests, no more than that." He pointed at Zanuicha. "This tribesman of yours has been to Ruiguang. He should know that such a number is nothing in the Eastern Protectorate."
Zanuicha had tried to learn about the Protectorate's strength, such as the Divine Commandery Army and the Profound Residence.
He didn't understand the conflict between the two. In his eyes, the Protectorate undoubtedly possessed powerful divine beings and numerous priesthoods. That was precisely why the Steel Claw Tribe hadn't done anything to Zhan Zhitong and the others, merely imprisoning them.
Priest Kamo glanced at Ekulu, then stepped forward. "We also have the great Torn Throat."
Zhang Yu replied evenly, "Celestial Xia has suppressed and slain countless gods—too many to number. Torn Throat is no exception."
The Firm Claw Tribe members' expressions changed at those words. Then, at that moment, everyone present felt a terrifying might descend upon them. It was as if some existence beyond mortal reach was watching them.
As that sensation descended, the Steel Claw Tribe members standing guard outside felt it as well. They all dropped to their knees, kowtowing in different directions as they repeatedly cried out, "Torn Throat!"
Zhang Yu remained unmoved. This god's shrine had only just been erected, while its true altar should still be deep in the jungle. Unless