The hall was silent, eyes flickering with surprise, and a few beads of sweat appeared on foreheads.
The might of Great Chief Batian of Black Wind Gorge was truly formidable! It certainly lived up to his fierce reputation!
Afterward, the atmosphere in the hall felt increasingly tense and stiff. Whether it was the old man in the green robe, Jun She, the horned middle-aged man, or the other three people, their expressions were clearly shaken by Batian's words!
So the Blood Soul Scroll has such power? Control over life and death?
Upon realizing this, the old man who stood up to speak first, along with two others beside him, looked at Batian on the throne with a mix of ridicule and mockery.
"Hehe, being forced to hand over your life mark, how amusing... You, Great Chief, what face do you have left, what prestige to lead us in Black Wind Gorge? Haha!"
