"My Fusui Clan does not submit!"
Upon the chariot, the Shennong Clan, draped in a Red Gold Emperor Robe, had a face as stern as water.
In those gentle eyes of his, an inferno was burning bright enough to incinerate the heavens.
He did not exchange any superfluous words with the leader of this rebellion.
Without a word, he stepped out of the chariot.
That single step seemed as though it had been placed upon the pulse of all heaven and earth.
In an instant, the winds ceased, the clouds stilled.
An indescribable, colossal pressure descended like countless Ancient Divine Mountains.
The entire Northern Plain sank under its weight.
All the rebel soldiers prostrate on the ground were pressed by this terrifying aura, stuck to the earth, unable to move even a finger.
Shennong gazed upon the still-defiant leader of the Fusui with eyes empty of pity, filled only with cold indifference.
"I, the Shennong Clan, under the name of the Common Lord of the Human Race, grant you death!"
