The pressure in the enormous living room was immense. The people kneeling on the ground felt like there were huge boulders placed on their shoulders. Ming Zhi Yi did not even hide his overbearing and contemptuous aura, making his presence known.
No one dared to breathe loudly in the presence of this tyrannical king.
Ming Zhi Yi who was now sitting on the couch smiled at the group kneeling in front of him.
Seeing that no one answered him, the smile on his face deepened.
See? These people were supposed to be the winner of the so-called war. However, they were kneeling in front of him. Their lives were entirely in his hands.
Finally, the control and power that he once lost were in his hands again. He was the sovereign, the master, and the winner until the end. He might have lost his wealth, his influence, and many of his people, but it's all worth it. For this satisfactory ending with his enemy, Ming Zhi was ready to pay with many lives.
