When surrounded by tens of thousands of people, the Sacred Dynasty Restoration Assembly was a bit worried. Was this not like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, being delivered straight into the enemy's jaws?
But now they understood that they had worried unnecessarily.
This Ling Xiao, this Chosen Son of Heaven, was much more formidable than they had imagined.
...
In the City Lord Mansion Council Chamber, the expressions on the faces of several dozen Sea Race nobles were far from pleasant.
Outside, constant shrill screams could be heard, and clearly, they were from their own side.
Could tens of thousands of people really not hold back a single brat?
In the hall, an aura of panic continued to spread, with many people feeling restless and uneasy.
Only the City Lord, Jiao Lie, who was sitting in the master's seat, had an unsettled and gloomy expression on his face.
He was not afraid.
He just felt humiliated.
He had spent so much money yet raised so many useless people.
