Lin Jin did not reply this time, but silence often made a person even harder to read.
Fine beads of cold sweat seeped from William's temples. He had exhausted every argument he had prepared, yet the Asura Hall Master clearly still had no intention of relenting.
Just then, the gaunt old man standing to William's left slowly opened his half-closed eyes.
When Hall Morgan spoke, his voice was aged and hoarse. At the same time, his Half-Step Divine Domain pressure bore down on everyone behind Lin Jin as though it were tangible.
"Asura Hall Master, I have lived for over a hundred years and witnessed the rise and fall of countless geniuses. To be honest, I have never seen anyone enter the Divine Domain at twenty-three."
"Your talent is indeed unrivaled in this age, but even the greatest talent has its limits. Battles between Divine Domain Ranks are not individual duels, but clashes between the accumulated strength of entire factions."
"You no longer have a foothold in Huaxia, and after killing Solomon, the Freedom Alliance Guardian, you have made enemies of every Divine Domain-level Expert. Although you have taken over Blood Momentum, it will be difficult to transform it in such a short time."
"Asura Hall Master, you have already reached the pinnacle of the world at such a young age. There is no need to cripple your own wings over a moment's impulse."
"The Morgan Family is willing to pay a sufficient price to make amends for our previous misunderstanding. As long as you take a step back, the Morgan Family will be Asura Hall's staunchest ally in North America from now on. Otherwise, I fear neither side will come out ahead."
As his words fell, the ten Transcendent Level retainers behind him stepped forward in unison, each releasing