Chapter 1773 Clash of Intentions

Chapter 1773 Clash of Intentions

Immediately, the detractors who voted against it earned the ire of the rest of the room.

"Tsk!"

"Fools!"

"You will regret this mistake."

In order for a motion of foreign policy to be passed, it required at least seventy-five percent of the votes. This was to ensure that any decision the Martial Union made as an organization represented the will of a large majority. The motion to support Rui as an official candidate had just narrowly missed the mark!

While the support for it was far higher than the fifteen percent that Prince Raijun had gotten when a similar proposal had been raised for him, it was still not enough.

Of course, the various sects, factions, and individuals were free to support Rui in an individual capacity. They would not be able to employ the resources of the Martial Union, outside of their direct personal authority, to help whoever they chose to support.

"With no more agendas on the docket, I declare this assemble to be clos-"

Suddenly, a tremendous wave of pressure pressed down on the entire assembly.

An enormous presence had suddenly arrived.

A presence that weighed down not just on the mind but also on heaven and earth.

The world seemed to almost distort to accommodate this new presence.

STEP

He stood at the center of the assembly.

His attire matched that of a monk, with a single robe that wrapped across his entire gargantuan body. His head was entirely bald, while his chin featured a long, white, flowing beard.

Not a single person failed to recognize him.

The Mountain of Fortitude, Sage Kreinwol Vintar of the Earth Sect, had appeared.

"Your Sagehood!"

"It is an honor to be graced by Your Sagehood!"

The non-martial Artists exited their seats, kneeling down on both knees, pressing their heads into the ground, and prostrating themselves with abandon.

The Martial Masters bowed their heads with respect and admiration.

He stared at them for a moment before issuing a single remark.

"I reject this outcome."

"Do not get ahead of yourself, Vintar."

A second Sage-level aura spread through the General Assembly.

The world seemed to contort and shiver under the weight of two Martial Sages.

The Mountain of Fortitude narrowed his eyes "...Lemolen." A veiled shadowy figure had appeared before the monk. His face was entirely hidden, unseen to those who peered into the hood that covered his head.

All they saw was darkness.

"...Your Sagehood!"

"It is He!"

The sole assassin Sage of the Kandrian Empire, the Whispering Widower, had chosen to make an appearance. "...Do you truly intend to oppose me?" The Mountain Of Fortitude stared at the Assassin Sage with fixed eyes.

"I reject your decision vote," The Whispering Widower's raspy whisper was fierce.

The air boiled in alarm.

The lands beneath their feet quivered in fear.

Heaven and earth despaired as the two Martial Sages glared at each other.

One could only imagine its reaction when a third Martial Sage appeared.

"I support the Mountain Of Fortitude's decision vote." RUMBLE

The very world itself seemed to shake under the weight of her words.

A lean, elderly woman draped in long, overflowing robes appeared. Her silver hair overflowed far, far beyond her body.

Yet it did not fall.

It swayed afloat midair.

Almost like it was underwater.

"This union shall support Prince Rui Quarrier Kandria," Her imperious tone left no room for retort.

The Breath of Destruction, Sage Malaya Avastriya of the Breathing Sect, had declared her intentions.

Three Martial Sages stood at the center of the assembly.

An undercurrent of tension washed across the entirety of the General Assembly.

The humans were reduced to prostrating voiceless spectators. Before the three Martial Sages of the Martial Union, they did not even have the right to speak.