Ye Futian's aggressive questioning silenced the vast space around the City Lord's Office.
For a moment, Zhu Kong had no answer.
There was nothing wrong with what Ye Futian had said. If he wanted to recognize Emperor Kua and the Nine Major Tribes, then he should have fulfilled his last will and testament.
Obviously, this was just a raid; there was no justice in it.
The so-called charges were just made up lies.
"Even the heir of Emperor Kua could only come from the Nine Major Tribes, and how can it have anything to do with an outsider like you?" Chong Lou, the chief of the Chong tribe, said with glaring eyes and stared at Ye Futian.
Ye Futian looked at the other and said, "Chong Lou, Chief of the Chong Tribe, your name came from Chonglou Battle Form, which boasts its legacy from Emperor Kua."
Chong Lou stared at Ye Futian. Indeed, he had inherited the complete method of Emperor Kua; he even knew of the Chonglou Battle Form.