At the pinnacle of the embroidered uniform, tightening the grip on the throat with every step [VIII]

His resounding voice reverberated through heaven and earth.

All sounds fell silent. Not a whisper came from any direction.

"From this day onward, I will no longer serve as Commanding Commissioner of the Embroidered Uniform Guard."

The declaration exploded like thunder from the ninth heaven, delivering a shock that penetrated to the marrow!

The guards of the Northern Commandant Office looked dazed. Though they had known beforehand, hearing those words themselves inevitably left them with the sense of loss that came when a magnificent drama drew to a close.

And all of Mang Mountain sank into deathly silence.

The various factions stared in horror, towering waves surging through their hearts. Even the Martial Arts Titans wore expressions of disbelief.

Clearly, no one would willingly relinquish his position!

Lord Jiang had been forced to step down. By the looks of it, the outcome was already settled!

The many sect leaders wore stiff expressions, their eyes dark.

First, they had grown accustomed to the order and rules under Lord Jiang's command.

Second, they had witnessed Lord Jiang's strength, his inviolable might towering like Mount Tai, and glimpsed hints of the legendary realm.

Third, and most critically, the various factions had dealings with Lord Jiang that served their interests!

With Lord Jiang's downfall, order would shatter. Chaos would follow!

No one wanted turmoil and upheaval. Having a powerful man from the imperial court establish order was something the various factions welcomed.

For his own selfish desires, Lord Jia had shut himself within a tower of virtue where everything was black or white. He truly had no regard for the greater picture!

However monstrous Lord Jiang's sins, he had maintained Great Qian's stability, and the leading factions of the Jianghu accepted his rule wholeheartedly. Now that this great banner had fallen, the Central Plains