“Who was that? Who has a problem with this? Step forward!” Long Baxiang snickered even as his expression darkened, his tone full of disdain. “Feigning anonymity within the crowd is far from heroic.”

His manner was intimidatingly imposing and his harsh gaze swept past the factions outside the valley. Heavyweights shivered wherever his eyes lingered. No one dared speak up against a shameless tyrant like him. They couldn’t even make eye contact.

His mouth contorted in a half-smile, half-snarl, Long Baxiang looked at Phoenix Cry’s own factions.

The native factions had been sidelined for quite a while. The imperial family, the Purple Smoke Sect, the Spirit Crow Lodge and all the rest had hid themselves in a corner

“Someone said just now that this land belongs to Phoenix Cry Lower Region. Apparently, I should be seeking your opinion. I’m not an unreasonable man, so…” Long Baxiang cackled. “Well? Do any of you have opinions about us taking over this place?”

His behavior elicited the communal hatred...

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