"What?"Lei Wanshan was shocked.
It was true that the strong were respected in Qianzhong Ridge. Many families and sects were indeed dependent on other forces. But Ling Chuxi was demanding submission. If they submitted to Sword Heart Gang, the so-called House of Blood Fiend would cease to exist in name. They would all become disciples of Sword Heart Gang. If Ling Chuxi told them to go east, they couldn't go west. If she told them to kill chickens, they couldn't chase dogs. They would become no different from domestic servants. Even their life and death would be indirectly controlled by Ling Chuxi.
"I guess you technically only have one choice," said Ling Chuxi calmly. When she looked at his expression, she could already guess what he was thinking.