“The three of you are being far too presumptuous.” Liu Yu swept an incisive glance at the rest of the envoys around, “Hanyang, the Khmer Empire, Siam, Jiaozhi, and the Bamboo Region - have any of these regions not been thriving for close to a thousand years as well? They’re able to conscript an army of millions at the moment’s notice! Their economy is only second to that of Cathay and Nippon. Our presence at this imperial court meeting is only an expression of respect for our heritage, nothing more. We could have simply refused to come, and still declared our own independence all the same!”

“Insolence!!” Yu Qian and Yang Jiye barked back at the same time. The polearm hanging behind Yang Jiye’s back trembled slightly, and instantaneously appeared in his hands.

Qin Ye remained silent. These words were ostensibly directed at the twelve envoys, but they were in truth meant for his ears!

Liu Yu truly lives up to his name. I nearly had him. Unfortunately, he’s snapped back to his senses in the nick of time.

That’s right. Matters of the future should be dealt with in future. After all, who could say for certain what would happen in the next hundred years? The fact of the matter was that there were a hundred thousand troops arrayed outside Hell right now. Even if Hell were thriving, they wouldn’t be able to stand against a powerful army of a hundred thousand troops! They basically had no choice but to give in!

You want to fight?

Very well. Then, have a taste of the might of an underworld that has been in existence for centuries on end. Besides, even if Hell could hold out against their military forces right now, do they truly have the depths of finances to endure a battle of attrition?

Gao Changgong and Chaghan practically spoke at the same time, “You three,...