The council hall of the Southern Territory fell into a brief silence, but beneath this silence, the atmosphere was incredibly oppressive.
The four Great Guardian Realm Kings' faces looked terrible, and the Great Protector gnashed his teeth and roared, "What audacity, you, a cripple with broken legs, even daring to challenge the Heng Mountain Sword Sect of the Southern Territory with a martial bow. In three hundred years, no one has ever dared to do so!"
The Hengling Domain Lord suddenly interjected, "Not so, Great Protector, there was one, one person did so three hundred years ago, but now, his grave is already covered with grass!"
Upon hearing this, the Great Protector sneered repeatedly, his face full of even more mocking disdain as he huffed, "Never mind the Heng Mountain Sword Sect, Mr. Ye, you dare to barge into the Southern Territory, killing our people, and show us no regard at all. Do you really think that the Southern Territory is without capable men?"
