Wipe Out

Within the hall of the Iron Blood Religion, Zhao Feng slowly opened his eyes as he sat on the throne.

Jiang Sanfeng told Zhao Feng, “Deputy Patriarch, usually you will need to hold a meeting at least once a month to find out what important issues there are. Then you will need to make the decisions.”

Zhao Feng’s eyebrows furrowed as he rubbed his forehead.

Over the last month, he was either in seclusion or gathering resources.

He also participated in cleansing the Scarlet Moon Demonic Religion, but when he arrived, only the weak ones were left, which made him depressed.

“Let’s start.”

Zhao Feng’s gaze swept across the middle and upper echelons within the hall.

Even though the aura of his mental energy wasn’t purposely being released, it was still enough to make the True Human Ranks and True Mystic Ranks feel uneasy.

Zhao Feng’s soul was comparable to a Sovereign, and his mental energy level was even stronger than Tiemo’s.