The Tianshan Wuji Palace, as a rising force in the Taixuan Realm, had occupied more than a hundred surrounding mountains in a mere thirty years.
Many forces that had been forcibly annexed were extremely dissatisfied and sought out the Great Sage Huangtian, who governed this region, to voice their grievances. In the end, however, they only received a single reply: this was a supreme stroke of fortune, and they should not be ungrateful wretches courting their own deaths.
These people could not understand. How could going from a sect leader to a running dog of the Wuji Palace be called a stroke of fortune? Yet Great Sage Huangtian’s words carried the weight of the Heavenly Dao, and killing the lot of them would be as effortless as passing gas. They could only leave in dejected defeat.
Chapter 217