A low voice sounded behind Jingyuan.
It was Jingming, who had not spoken once since entering. The burly man, who resembled an "iron Buddha," stunned everyone with his very first words.
His voice rumbled like thunder, each word rolling out without any embellishment as he said bluntly:
"This is not a request."
"This is an order from the Golden Sun Temple."
Jingming raised his half-lowered eyelids, revealing a pair of utterly cold, fierce eyes.
Before his words had faded, the vast Qi Sea within him surged, revealing his cultivation.
Second Inner Qi, pure and turbid return to origin.
A terrifyingly powerful aura poured from his massive body, as though an entire mountain had been moved into the office.
Even the papers on the desk before Qi Shujian were lifted by the invisible force, scattering with a rustle.
The candle flame lurched sideways and nearly went out. The walls creaked and trembled faintly, and dust shook loose from the corners.
Feeling the aura radiating from Jingming, Chen Wuya and Song Tiecheng both paled. They had never expected the Golden Sun Temple to harbor such a reckless madman!
Watching this, Jingyuan cursed inwardly, Junior Brother, why are you so impatient?!
But things had already reached this point. He could only remain silent while secretly marshaling his own Inner Energy, ready to act at any moment.
Jingming's imposing aura filled the entire office like an iron mountain thrusting up from the ground.
Yet Qi Shujian, who faced it head-on, sat firmly in place without moving, as composed as if a gentle breeze were brushing his face.
Only when he saw that his two brothers could no longer hold out did he place his right hand on the hilt of the longsword leaning against the side of his desk.
His five fingers closed around