The Tyrant's voice spread through the conch shell, sending chills down the spines of everyone in the courtyard.

The Tyrant was finally making his move.

This was the origin of the Tyrant's name. If the other party did not submit, he would use every means necessary.

Meng Li snorted coldly and left with a swagger. The heavily armored Savage Cow soldiers swept their murderous gazes over Fang Yun before leaving one by one.