Everyone’s expression shifted. The red-faced elder banged the table, roaring, “Qianye, you push people into a corner at every turn. Are you not afraid of the entire Eastern Sea turning against you?”

“If that comes to be, then I just need to fight.” Qianye was fairly calm.

The Xue family elder said in apparent displeasure, “Sire Qianye, did you come to establish your might instead of a negotiation?”

Qianye smiled coldly, the images of everyone appearing in his eyes. “Correct, that’s what I’m here for.”

His words hadn’t even ended when everyone felt their bodies tensed up, almost as though they were firmly bound by a sticky yet tenacious spider web—even raising an arm took considerable effort. A red light flickered in the chamber just as everyone was in shock—the elder surnamed Tian gradually collapsed to the floor with a startled expression, clutching his chest with both hands. No one at the scene saw how Qianye had attacked.

Only when the old man’s corpse had fallen down did everyone finally come to, quickly activating their origins barriers and entering a combat-ready state. Qianye sat down calmly, saying, “I killed the young...