In the stands, the kingdom representatives who had stood so boldly were now pale and sweating.
The Lefay Kingdom's envoy stumbled backward. "Martial Saint... we can't fight a Martial Saint..."
"What do we do?" the Stormwind Kingdom's ambassador whispered urgently to his companions.
"Pray he's merciful," the Ironpeak Kingdom's minister muttered back.
Common spectators who didn't fully understand cultivation realms still felt the terror in the air.
"Why does everyone look so scared?"
"What's a Martial Saint? Is it that strong?"
An old merchant stood up, his voice shaking. "A Martial Saint could wipe out entire armies alone. A Martial Saint could destroy kingdoms with a wave of their hand. A Martial Saint is a walking calamity!"
"Then... then we're all..."
"Doomed if he wants us dead."
Some people started trying to leave, pushing toward the exits. But the imperial guards had already sealed all the entrances.
No one was leaving until this was resolved.
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