A Man Like None Other Chapter 6949 Investigating Identity
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- A tense debate reaches a boiling point.
- Leadership intervenes to silence the factions.
- A powerful presence commands attention.
His expression remained cold and firm, his left hand resting on the armrest, his fingers tapping lightly on the cold, gold-plated armrest, producing a subtle and rhythmic sound.
His gaze swept across the reddened faces of the pro-war faction, then over the furrowed brows and pursed lips of the pro-peace faction, as if listening, or perhaps waiting, for everyone to finish speaking.
The two sides argued for almost as long as it takes an incense stick to burn, and their voices gradually changed from their initial excited tone to shouting at each other.
The pro-war elder was so angry that his beard was shaking, while the pro-peace royal elder’s face was pale and his lips were tightly pressed. Both parties stared at each other sharply, neither one willing to sit down first.
Finally, the clan head raised his hand and pressed it lightly.
The movement was small, but all the sounds in the hall vanished in that moment, like a bucket of cold water being poured on someone’s head.
The sounds of arguing, table slams, and rebuttals were stuck in their throats as everyone turned to look at the purple-gold figure at the end of the table.
The clan leader slowly stood up. As he stood up, his aura began to gradually increase.
Initially, he had not been rude, but every time he stood up straight, the supreme majesty of a seventh level Grand Luo Golden Immortal cultivator was revealed like an ancient glacier slowly collapsing, suppressing the laws and patterns of the entire hall, causing them to tremble and flicker.
The pro-war elder subconsciously took half a step back, and the pro-peace royal elder also lowered his head; no one dared say anything more.
“Are you guys done arguing?” asked the clan head, his voice neither loud nor low, but could be heard clearly by everyone.
No one dared to speak.
“One of you said to launch a massive attack, the other said to ask for help from the heavens. Each of you has your own reasons and voiced your own complaints.”
The clan leader’s gaze slowly swept across the area, his voice still calm, but the oppressive feeling contained within that calm was more oppressive than any roar, “But I’ve been sitting here listening to all of you argue for a long time, and none of you have been able to say anything to me.”
What is the background of the cultivator who wiped out 327 members of my clan?
Where did his Dao of Chaos come from? Is there another force behind it? Was his entry into the Twenty-third Heaven accidental or deliberate?
The hall was dead silent.
The war support group opened their mouths, but were unable to say a word. The peace support group lowered their heads, equally silent.