Out of the stone hall came the captain of the guard, a celestial cultivator at True Immortal Realm Level Six.
He was a big man with a hard, square face, wrapped in golden armor etched all over with the marks of the Tribunal. In his hand was a golden longsword. Holy radiance flowed along the blade, so bright it stabbed at the eyes.
The moment he saw beast-race warriors covering the mountains and fields, his expression changed on the spot.
"Skywolf Tribe? Hadrian Wolfhowe? Have you lost your minds? You dare lay a hand on the Tribunal's mine?!"
Hadrian stood at the very front of the beast-race warriors. He leveled his war axe at the captain of the guard, and when he spoke, his voice rolled out like thunder. "Lost my mind? I've been sick of the sight of you for a long damn time! You've been digging in my territory for thousands of years without even so much as a word! Today I'm tearing this whole mine apart!"
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