"Who? Who has objections? Speak up." Long Baxiang's face darkened, and he sneered repeatedly, his tone full of disdain, "Hiding in the crowd and pretending to be short, what skill is that?"
Long Baxiang's imposing manner was indeed a bit frightening.
His sharp gaze swept across the forces outside the valley. The leaders of those forces, when scanned by this piercing gaze, all fell silent like cicadas in winter.
Faced with this blatant tyranny, these people dared to rage but didn't dare to speak. They even avoided meeting Long Baxiang's gaze.
Long Baxiang's smile was mocking as he looked towards the Lower Region of Fengming.
The various forces of the Lower Region of Fengming had already been marginalized, huddled in a corner. This included the royal family of the Lower Region of Fengming, as well as the Purple Mist Sect and Lingwu Pavilion.