Everyone narrowed their eyes and turned to look at the figure that suddenly appeared. 

The figure was very thin, straight as a spear, and clad in the empire’s old-style military uniform. His cleanly washed white and dark purple uniform was unembellished and did not have any fancy epaulets that represented great honors. 

His skin was dark and his face was stern and cold. He exuded a tough, unshakable mountain-like aura even by just standing there.  

His eyes were razor-sharp like blades and anyone who met his gaze felt a chill in their hearts as if a sharp sword was pressing into their throats. 

Lin Xun, Ning Meng, and the youngster in white all stiffened, their expressions subtly altering. They sensed a dangerous aura from the thin man.

“Within thirty seconds, all irrelevant people leave here or face the consequences!” said the thin man indifferently. His voice was as tough as a blade.

He ran his eyes across Silver Eagle Battleship, the group of men in full armor and the beautiful young women on the jeweled carriage. His face was cold and devoid of expression like he was looking at a bunch of dead people. 

“Young Master…” Many people...