The Yunmeng Conference was a conference held by the big shots of the major sects and clans in the Cultivation World who had high status.
Such a scene had never appeared in the cultivation world before.
The content of this conference was mainly to discuss how to divide Yunmeng Jie's eight thousand Soul Altars.
They spread out the Cloud Dream Map on the giant round table. All the positions of the Soul Altars were marked on the map.
"Everyone, I am Gantian, one of the Eight Kings under the North Emperor. The North Emperor personally agreed to this conference and invited all of you to participate. "
"First of all, I would like to thank everyone for giving the Tianwu League face and being able to participate in this conference."
"Our Heavenly Martial Alliance has always valued peace and alliance as a pact. Alliances have always been the principle of our Tianwu League. "
"We, the Sky Martial Alliance, believe that only by forming an alliance will we be able to become more powerful. Only then will we be able to sail further and further."
"So today, I will represent the North Emperor and the Tianwu League to participate in this Cloud Dream Conference. I wish to form an alliance with all the sects and discuss how to divide Yunmeng Jie's Soul Altars. "
"Everyone, what do you think?"
The conference started. A middle-aged man with a wide and domineering aura and sharp eyes stood up.
He was very tall and wore a red cloak. He looked down on everyone present.
His voice was like a bell. The moment he spoke, a strong domineering aura surged over.
As expected of one of the Eight Kings under the North Emperor.
For a moment, everyone present frowned. Their eyes were blurred. No one replied on the spot.
The people present were all big shots of the cultivation world. Even if they weren't big shots, they represented big shots. They were all old foxes who had lived for thousands of years.
These people could naturally tell what Gantian, one of the Eight Kings, wanted to do.
"Everyone came prepared today, right? What, are you not going to say anything?" Gantian crossed his arms and looked down on everyone present.
His gaze landed on a green-robed old man. The old man was very short, about a meter tall. However, no one dared to underestimate this short big shot.
Even Gantian, who was close to three meters tall, had to say respectfully to the short old man.
"Sword Master Feng Tian, you are the senior with the highest seniority here. Why don't you say something? What do you think of my suggestion for the Tianwu League? "
As soon as this was said, some of the young people present who had not seen the world were immediately shocked.
"That's the Supreme Sword Sect's Sect Master, Yue Hongshan, known as the Heaven Sealing Sword Master?"
"That can't be. He's no longer an expert, he's a magnate. Legend has it that he has already lived for over four thousand eight hundred years and is already a Daoist. "
"The Taishang Sword Sect was able to establish itself in the Western World of Immortal Cultivators because of such a person. They are ranked third among the 36 Righteous Sects."
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The origin of this little old man also caused a commotion in the venue.
The leader of the Taishang Sword Sect, known as the Sky Sealing Sword Master, was already a Perfected Person, a giant in the Way of the Sword.
Any one of these titles was enough to shock everyone. Now, all of these titles were gathered on one person's head.
For a moment, everyone was silent, waiting for Yue Hongshan to speak.
It seemed that if he didn't speak, no one would dare to speak.
After the entire venue was silent for half a minute, Yue Hongshan finally spoke.
In the end, his first sentence caused everyone's jaws to drop.
"Go to hell, you dog, you want me to be cannon fodder? A stupid dog dares to bark in front of me. Even the master behind you doesn't dare to speak to me like that. "
Yue Hongshan actually pointed at Gantian's nose and started cursing.
The moment he opened his mouth, he called me his mother. This sword path magnate was actually a firecracker that would explode at the slightest provocation.
Gantian was rendered speechless by Yue Hongshan. All of a sudden, the atmosphere became tense.
"Your Tianwu League invited me to a meeting just to let you spout nonsense?"
"Then let me ask you, how many Soul Altars does your Tianwu League, this greedy dog, want?"
The little old man was furious. Moreover, he was aggressive as he directly asked Gantian.
Gantian clearly hadn't investigated this little old man and didn't understand his fiery temper.
And the question he asked just happened to be what everyone present wanted to know.
The Tianwu League's appetite wasn't small. This time, he held this Yunmeng Conference for his own benefit.
Gantian was rendered speechless by Yue Hongshan's question. However, Yue Hongshan wouldn't let him off.
The little old man suddenly became furious and shouted, "Didn't you hear me ask you? How many Soul Altars do you want from the Tianwu League? If you don't say it, I'll treat it as if you don't want a single Soul Altars from the Tianwu League. "
This little old man was truly domineering and overbearing. He was completely like a lion bullying a puppy.
The Eight Heavenly Kings, who were originally mighty in front of everyone, didn't even dare to reply under the questioning of this sword path magnate.
"It seems like your Tianwu League is really selfless. If you don't want a single one …"
"Who said we don't want a single one? My Tianwu League wants half! "
Just as the Eight Heavenly Kings were about to lose control of the situation, a phantom suddenly flew out from Gantian's body.
They saw a man lying on a dragon throne, holding his head and wearing a crown. He squinted his eyes and looked calmly at the little old man.
The man wore an extremely noble and majestic royal robe. He crossed his legs and had an evil smile on his face as he looked disdainfully at everyone.
"Above Dao Venerables and below Saints! Wang Xing is domineering, unparalleled in the world. "
"Wang Xing is domineering, you really came!"
After Yue Hongshan saw Wang Xing, he wasn't as overbearing as before.
"Old Sword Head, if I didn't come, wouldn't you have taken care of the wolves under me?"
North Emperor, Wang Xing is domineering!
After he appeared, the aura of the entire place changed. Everyone felt that their souls were being controlled by a strong force.
That feeling was like a knife was hanging above their heads. It felt like it would fall down at any moment and split their heads open like a watermelon.
Everyone present looked at the young man sitting on the throne with fear and trepidation.
They all knew that the man wasn't a real person. He wasn't even a soul. He was just a phantom.
However, no one dared to move.
He looked very young, but he had lived for more than three thousand years.
Even Yue Hongshan didn't have his previous anger and arrogance after seeing Wang Xing's domineering attitude.
After all, he was the Emperor of the North Region and was known as the strongest man in the North.
In this world, there weren't many people who dared to challenge Wang Xing's domineering aura.
"Your Tianwu League's appetite is really big. 4,000 Soul Altars. Aren't you afraid that you can't digest them?"
At this moment, Old Sword Head Yue Hongshan was representing all the forces in the world to negotiate with the North Emperor alone.
The North Emperor wanted 4,000 Soul Altars alone. This was an exorbitant demand.
Everyone's eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.
However, Wang Xing didn't care about the thoughts of these people who were just trash to him.
He smiled coldly and said evilly.
"I said, 4,000 Soul Altars. Whoever dares to snatch them will be destroyed! "
Wang Xing is domineering. He walked the path of domineering. He asked for 4,000 Soul Altars domineeringly and then disappeared from the venue.
His words echoed in the venue for a long time. It was soul-stirring.
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