Wei Chongyang sneered twice more, "If we really all join this so-called 'Northern Martial Arts,' I'm afraid in just one or two generations, the entire Imperial Martial Arts World will only be left with your Golden Swallow Sect and the dogs of your Golden Swallow Sect!"
Bang~
The sturdy hardwood tabletop was slapped into a palm print one inch deep, and Wei Chongyang suddenly stood up, his gaze swiftly scanning the entire conference room: "Fellow practitioners of the Martial Arts World, you actually know in your heart the potential consequences of joining the Northern Martial Arts, but just don't want to stick your neck out and get suppressed by Golden Swallow Sect..."
"Since no one wants to step up, then let me! I, Wei Chongyang, representing the Chongming Sect, am here to refuse joining this so-called Northern Martial Arts!"
