Hài's body went rigid.
He had lived for over a hundred years, seen every kind of underworld treachery, and watched the strong throw their weight around. But this was the first time he had met a young man who could twist right and wrong with such brazen conviction that he almost believed, "Perhaps he really does have a point."
They owed him?
Meteor City had lost its Sacred Relic and three of its strongest fighters, and now they owed him a favor on top of it?
The thought was so absurd that the muscles in Hài's withered face twitched.
Yet when he tried to argue, he discovered, to his dismay, that he had no ground to stand on.
Reason? In Meteor City, might made right. That last sword strike had already cut Meteor City's reasoning to pieces.
Benefits? The man had indeed taken the essence of Yi Wood, but he had also purged the deathly aura. To Meteor City's millions of residents, that patch of green was worth far more than three dead Executioners.
It was the naked logic of a bandit.
But before this man's absolute power, it became an inviolable "law of heaven."
"You..." Hài's lips trembled, but in the end, all he managed was a helpless sigh. The council chamber behind him was utterly silent. The elder who had been shouting earlier now clutched the wound on his face, deliberately keeping even his breathing quiet, terrified of drawing that monster's attention.
That sword strike had cleaved more than a wall. It had also cleaved through the arrogance the Elders' Council had amassed over a century.
They finally understood one simple truth: in this man's eyes, the so-called Elders' Council was nothing more than a colony of slightly larger ants. If he was in a good mood, he