The Martial King clucked his tongue. “You know what my policy is, right?”

“Yes, I am aware.”

The Martial King had three rules for anything that involved the One-horned tribe: no interference, no involvement, no tolerance. They wouldn’t accept any interference. They wouldn’t get involved in anything either. But when either of the two occurred, they wouldn’t show any tolerance. 

This was how the One-horned tribe had stood above the quarrels of the Eight Large Clans and continued to flourish. However, if Yeon-woo caused chaos in the Tower, he might drag the One-horned tribe into trouble.

The Devil Army and the Magic Tower alliance had already openly challenged the One-horned tribe and the Martial King, claiming that they were ready to fight. The alliance of Blood Land and Black Dragon even wished for the Martial King’s involvement—although they didn’t make this explicit, the fact that they had allied with Yeon-woo, who wasn’t that powerful, was clearly a ploy to drag the Martial King in.

However, the Martial King didn’t want to join anyone. The only reason he’d appeared to fight Red Dragon was due to the “no tolerance” rule; they’d only been swept up in battle because they were chasing down someone who’d murdered one of the tribe.

He laughed at those who fought over who was the strongest and had no interest in mud fights like that. His ambitions were loftier: to bring down Allforone, the guy...