Chapter 844 Come at Me Together

• The palatial reception hall—once gleaming with gold filigree and jade inlay—was now spattered with blood mist, the air thick with the sharp tang of blood.
• Every powerhouse present—figures who had each weathered millennia—was struck dumb; in all their endless years, none had witnessed such a scene.
• They had invited mediators there to negotiate peace. When had any parley ever begun with someone overturning the table and reducing a sect leader to blood mist at the first sign of discord?