20 Threatened?

Surprising enough, the following seven representatives all had similar stories. Some had lost many elders during the battle over territory, some had been secretly attacked, and some were even being threatened of annihilation!

Using this to his advantage, Feng successfully accepted all eight sects thus far as his allies and even took a short break to meet with them all together in the other room.

Deciding that it would be wise to allow these representatives to bring the good news back to their sects as soon as possible, Feng gave these representatives several escorts and personally sent these individuals on their way.

Finally making his way back into his office, Feng took a large gulp of his wine and ordered the guards to send the next representative in.

"Finally! I have been waiting for quite a while now. I would have left if I was not called in any sooner!" shouted the next representative outside of the door.

Feng instantly felt that something was a little off and made an angry face as he heard the representative argue with some of the guards outside.

"Shall I intervene master?" Mao asked as he rolled up his sleeves.

"No, just let me handle this one myself." taking another sip of wine, Feng felt that this next representative would give him a headache.

"Oh so this little brat is Patriarch Feng? You do know the sect I represent, right? I wonder what your explanation would be having me wait all of this time?" with a drunken expression on his face, a tall and robust man strolled through the door as if he owned the place.

"I did not realize that I needed to explain myself in my own territory. Can I offer you a glass of water to help sober up?" Feng gestured this man to sit down as a guard hurriedly started to pour a glass of water for this man.

"I do not care what that woman outside said, being from the strongest sect, I bumped myself up the line. I am sure you would understand right little one? Or maybe you do not since you did not have me come in first." the representative said as he chose not to sit down.

"And what sect are you from?" Feng asked with a calm expression on his face.

"Damn brat! I come from the Sky Palace of course! Back in our city, we eat sects like yours for breakfast! You can call me Master Lo!" the man said as he took the bottle of wine off of Feng's desk and gulped it all down.

Keeping calm, Feng just studied this Lo who was in front of him. He needed to be respectful towards this guest, but, he was not going to allow him to talk down to him in his own territory.

"And why have you come Mr. Lo?" Feng asked politely yet forcefully.

"Mr. Lo? Little brat, I should kill you for not calling me Master!" slapping the table, this man was angry and drunk. It could be said, that if Feng would not make a bold move, he would lose face.

Hearing the sound of the table breaking, the guards outside of the room started to rush in with their weapons drawn. Feng's bodyguards also drew their weapons and awaited Feng's orders.

"I must apologize Mr. Lo, but I will need to ask you to allow my men to escort you out of my territory. It seems that you have overstayed your welcome."

"Even without my weapons, I could still kill each and every one of your guards!" laughing Lo started to unleash his strength. This representative was surprisingly almost one step away from the fifth cultivation rank.

"Hmph." like a blur, Feng stood behind Lo and with a single punch, drove his face crushed onto the floor. "Take this man back to his room with his escorts from his sect and get them the hell out of here." Feng ordered his guards as more started to rush in.