Mo Jian got on his feet, his regal, filled with unquestionable authority.
Even Mo Jian did not know of this subtle change in his existence.
The power to command and everyone would listen.
The aura was subtle but was enough to influence the atmosphere.
Everyone inside the hall had their gaze on Mo Jian while they were processing the gravity of what they just learned.
Only a fool would call it a bluff.
The Thousand Wealth Chamber was the only chamber that had branches throughout the Southern Region.
Many had tried only to realize it was not easy. Various clans in each city would not sit idle while you take control of their market.
It was always a gruesome battle that no one wanted to take. For a safer path, many would cooperate with other cities.
The Occupation Hall and Guilds did not have branches in all the cities. They only had the most populated cities while they ignored the rest.
This shows how tedious and difficult it was to manage multiple branches at the same time.
Yet, the Thousand Wealth Chamber did the impossible. Anyone who dared underestimate them or look down on them was nothing but a fool.
Apart from that, in the past couple of days, they had been attacked repeatedly in different cities.
And yet, they stood firm, unshakable.
With the gravity setting in, everyone felt a cold shiver down their spines.
Because the Thousand Wealth Chamber had not retaliated against the attack, many took that as a weakness and this got into their head.
But now, they had realized they were wrong.
Elders from the Jade River Exchange glanced at each other and could sense the foreboding feeling.
This was not good. Not good.
The top clan masters also had the same thought. The Dong clan Patriarch had an ugly expression on his face.
His clan had been neutral against the Thousand Wealth Chamber but now, he had been drawn into it because of his pride.
Why did he invite the Thousand Wealth Chamber Young Master?
Inwardly, he knew the reason. For his selfishness, he wanted to show the world how special and powerful his clan was compared to others.
Besides, he wanted to use that avenue to test the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
He wanted to speak but the words failed to come out of his mouth. Merely looking at Mo Jian, he knew using force would be nothing but a folly.
He needed to think of a way to salvage the situation.
However, Mo Jian was not done.
They thought they understood despair. But he would show them what it truly means to be in despair.
With enough money, you can even buy your enemy.
He clapped both hands behind his back and stepped down from the high table.
Looking at him, Dong Ming retreated with trembling
Mo Jian’s light footsteps echoed in the still tense atmosphere.
Many could not afford to meet his gaze.
"Tell me..." He began, his voice was low, filled with calmness as if he was talking to a friend.
To those listening, it was the other way round. Their nerves were tense, their eyes flickered with vigilance.
Who knew when the force behind him would attack?
"What gave you the confidence to point your finger at me?"
His question hung in the air but no one had the audacity or courage to respond.
It’s like they did not want to respond to him but could not respond to him. To respond to him, they must be of the same standing as him.
But to everyone inside the hall, no one could boast they could compare to him.
"Is this not funny," he took another step.
He looked at the Jade River Exchange elders. "You dare plot against me with that little brain of yours. Do you think I won’t know?"
"Even your master... That old dog would dare not show his presence and yet... You group of disposable good-for-nothing bones dare to scheme against me."
Everyone inside the hall sucked in a cold breath, their hearts pounded heavily against their chests like a war drum.
"Just because you deal with information you think, you’re untouchable. Pathetic."
He turned to look at the old withered man. "Show them how stupid they were."
"Yes, young master." The old withered man nodded and took out a head from his spatial pouch.
Without any fanfare, he threw it to the middle of the hall. The head rolled a couple of inches, its expression filled with dread and unwillingness
A collective gasp erupted as eyes fell upon the head. A chilling shiver ran down everyone’s spine, an icy dread seeping into their bones, freezing them in silent terror.
The upper echelon trembled in cold fright, their faces pale with terror.
For the Jade River Exchange elders, a shudder ran deeper—fear and dread etched into their wary, trembling figures.
This was the master’s head. Deader than dead.
How could their master die?
Their eyes widened in disbelief and dread. The master had been their pride and he was the sole reason why their hall could exist for many years.
He was a hidden Golden Core Expert.
Yet, he died and his head was tossed like he was nothing.
Those who knew the Jade River Exchange Master were trembling, covered in perspiration.
Many were already blaming themselves for coming to the banquet. If such an expert could be killed like an ant, then what about them?
What about their clans?
Feeling their dread and regret, Mo Jian did not have any change in his expression.
He turned to look at the Dong Ming and demanded, "What are you?"
This time around, no one questioned him. Heck! They even found the question acceptable.
What was Dong Ming compared to the head of the master of the Jade River Exchange Hall?
This was a cold, bitter, hard truth.
Even the Dong clan patriarch couldn’t speak. Their clan only had a few Half-Step Golden Core Experts.
How could they compare to a real Golden Core Realm Expert?
Mo Jian ignored the trembling Dong Ming and looked at the people before him.
"So let me ask you, do you think you can see tomorrow?"