"A bunch of worthless creatures, not even close to being the direct descendants of our Yalin Imperial Clan. What right do you have to criticize me here?"
With a grim expression, Tang Xilu snorted coldly, rising straight into the air, reaching the sky above the central plains where the two armies confronted each other, lofty and arrogant, looking down with disdain.
Mid-sentence, he pointed at the high-ranking officials of the Imperial Clan, abruptly changing his tone: "I am raising an army today, following the will of heaven. The Six Great Battle Clans have all pledged allegiance overnight, is that not evidence enough?"
"You stubborn, inflexible fools, now I give you one chance..."
"If you kneel immediately and vow allegiance to me, I can still grant you the riches and splendor of the past, allowing you to enjoy the peaceful era of our Yalin Clan alongside me."
