Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Yu had already returned to the Jia Ma Empire, but he had taken up residence directly at the Alliance Headquarters.
Alliance Leader Pavilion, Alliance Headquarters.
Xiao Yu sat in the seat of honor in the council hall of a luxurious pavilion, waiting for people to arrive.
Tomorrow was the day the Northwest Alliance would be established. The first-rate factions of the Northwest Continent would all be coming, so naturally, he needed to discuss the proceedings with the Alliance members.
Xiao Yu was not worried that they might refuse to come. If they dared, he would send someone to "persuade" them.
Of course, he would not go himself, since he now had people at his disposal.
Those people were the Soul Hall Protectors he had brought under his control and enslaved.
Even he had not expected that, besides Iron Protector, there would be another three Soul Hall Protectors among the dozen or so first-rate factions on the Northwest Continent. The strongest of them, however, was only a five-star Dou Zong.
That meant he now controlled four Dou Zong fighters. With those four at his disposal, there were many matters he no longer needed to handle personally.
Xiao Yu had also learned from these Protectors why no one from the Soul Palace had come to investigate, even though Protector Wu had been dead for three years.
The Soul Palace was unlike other factions. Above all else, it upheld the law that the strong reigned supreme. As long as one was powerful, one could thrive there like a fish in water. Otherwise, it was an entirely different story-one's life might be worth less than a blade of grass.
So if an insignificant Earth-Grade Protector died, then he died. No one cared.
Furthermore,