"Dead at the hands of our own people?" The Green-Shirt Sword Saint's gaze sharpened, his piercing eyes sweeping across everyone present like blades.
There were not many in the entire Great Thousand World capable of killing the Western Heaven Battle Emperor, and nearly all of them were seated at this meeting.
The death of a Heavenly Sovereign was no trivial matter. Though the various factions had their frictions, within the Great Thousand Palace, they were all "one of us," the main force standing against the Outer Evil Clan.
"Other than the work of that bizarre fellow, how many years has it been since we last heard of a Heavenly Sovereign falling?" someone remarked.
"This matter must be treated seriously. There can be no leniency," the Undying Lord said.
Those attending the meeting were not only Terrans, but also members of divine beast races.
The clan leader of the Heaven-Reaching Great Ape King clan said gruffly, "Why not just kill the one who broke the rules?"
The leader of the True Dragon Clan had an imposing gaze. Though he was not as blunt as the leader of the Heaven-Reaching Great Ape King Clan, he faintly expressed his agreement as well:
"What we need most right now is unity. A thousand-mile embankment can collapse from an ant hole. If we do not seal this breach, the order we worked so hard to establish may collapse."
Budu Xuan nodded slightly. "Stability outweighs all else. If the Great Thousand Palace loses its credibility, then when we face the Outer Evil Clan in the future, we will become a scattered mob... and that will be dangerous."
Qin Tian lightly tapped the table with his index finger. Once he had suppressed the voices of the crowd, he said, "There is no need for everyone to rush