Chapter 5776 Why The Panic
- "We march with thunder," he declared, each word a drumbeat. "One strike, and the Myriad Beast Sect is ash. Any tongue that wavers will be sliced from its traitorous mouth—on the spot."
- His frigid stare swept the chamber like a steel scythe. Under that weight, every throat sealed tight.
- Elders and stewards bent in trembling unison. "Your will is law, sir."