Qiu Tu, dressed in a black uniform and accompanied by several confidants, walked slowly into the room against the light.
The play of light and shadow danced on him, both bright and dark. A powerful aura of a Heavenly God silently permeated every corner of the banquet hall.
An air of majesty and deadly seriousness filled the entire banquet hall, making people involuntarily shiver.
Even though he didn't speak, everyone felt a sense of oppression and fear as if confronting a being at the top of the biological chain.
Thus, when the first person stood up, soon all the leaders of the various powers in the banquet hall stood up one after another, forming a black mass to welcome Qiu Tu's arrival.
These influential figures, each of whom could shake nations on their own, stood like subordinates in front of Qiu Tu, only able to give a respectful greeting.
Amidst the gaze of nearly a hundred power leaders, Qiu Tu led his people slowly to the main seat of the banquet.
