"Does anyone else have objections against me? Step forward and try?"
Yang Qi coldly surveyed the surroundings, a face full of dominance, looking down on everyone.
Here, he was an invincible presence.
Thus, anyone who wanted to harm him, wanted to scheme against him, he would settle accounts with them all.
No one dared to speak. Even the Martial Alliance guards scattered in fear; after all, even the renowned Martial Spirit Lin Jingtian was killed. What was the point of staying?
It would only increase the casualties.
"South Pill Sect, what are your intentions?"
Yang Qi turned his gaze to Elder Qing Qiu, coldly asking.
Elder Qing Qiu knelt on the ground and said, "Our South Pill Sect is willing to meet the conditions and offer the thousand-year Xuan Ye Grass."
"I hope your words mean something."
