Dyon's blazing gaze swept over the whole crowd.
If the martial world saw this so-called assembly, they would laugh themselves silly. 80% of those present here weren't even celestials, with the vast majority being saints and even essence gatherers. As for those pitiful few who managed to reach the celestial realm, even the best of them was of the third or second grade. And yet these were the people Dyon had at the core of his empire? If his enemies knew this, they would sleep at night like babies, not caring for him at all.
Yet, Dyon's situation was so precarious that he didn't even dare to kill them for the transgressions. Even if they were weak, he couldn't risk alienating them all even if he was in the right. He had no choice but to give them one more chance… This sort of thing pissed him off more than anything else.
