The hall fell silent in an instant.
*National grudges and personal vendettas are irreconcilable, but given the current situation, no one seems inclined to voice their grievances.*
Beads of sweat began to gather on the Sea King's forehead, his heart full of resentment, yet in this moment, he could do nothing.
"We need to discuss this; the Sea Tribe is also an important member of the Trade Alliance. We should have the Alliance mediate and demand autonomy…" the Sea King said loudly.
Fang Hao frowned as he listened.
*What Trade Alliance, mediation, and autonomy are you even talking about?*
*Never heard of such nonsense; two forces go to war, and you want to involve a merchant platform to mediate? Ridiculous!*
He waved his hand again and said, "Cut him down."
Sitting beside him, Demitrija stood up, drawing the sword from her waist.
Orange-tier Level Nine, hardly something a regular soldier could handle.
