Facing Li Xuanyu’s inquiry, Jin Zhonghui nodded repeatedly.
Sweat had soaked through his clothes, and due to excessive sweating, steam rose from his head like a boiling kettle, surrounded by white mist.
He was terrified to the extreme, despairing, "Li... President Li, I... I will listen to you from now on."
The other three were even more straightforward, directly kneeling on the ground, trembling as they said, "We are the same."
Li Xuanyu glanced at them indifferently and said, "With a group of fools like you, a bunch of parasites who care only about their own interests and not the life or death of the nation, it’s no wonder Korea’s facing ruin. Originally, I just wanted you to cooperate a bit, so everyone could work together to find a way back to our own land, then continue to live as wealthy families, as tycoons, while you enjoy your leisurely days. Isn’t that good? Why engage in internal strife?"
"We will never dare again."
Each one of these middle-aged people, whose bodies were already half-buried in yellow earth, tearfully lowered their heads to admit their mistakes.
In the face of absolute power, in the face of the fear of death, they lowered their noble heads.
Li Xuanyu slowly straightened up and continued, "Korea has always been a weak nation, and now, in this special new era, it lags far behind the superpowers. Due to geographical reasons, we can only trust the Divine Continent; only by submitting to the Divine Continent, recognizing it as our leader, can we survive.
I know, for the people of Korea, this is a humiliation. But it is our only way to survive.
Looking globally, in the long river of thousands of years of history, only the Divine Continent has been the true Celestial Empire. They only need us to call them big brother to protect our safety. But Japan is different. Japan has a wolf’s ambition, indiscriminately killing the innocent, attempting to annihilate our entire nation.
Western powers are the same; they have never truly respected us.
Therefore, it is not that I, Li Xuanyu, want to bow down and admit defeat, but that we must face the harsh reality. If Korea wants to restore its nation, if the nation wants to continue and survive, we must find a new supporter. Only with the help of the Divine Continent can we possibly drive away the Penglai Realm enemy occupying our country."
Her earnest words moved all the people of Korea present, plunging them into deep thought.
In the end, no one could think of any words to refute.
Although many people’s hearts were unwilling to submit and bow to the Divine Continent, the fact was there, and they had no choice.
Furthermore, even if they were willing to bow down and submit, in the current situation, whether or not the Divine Continent was willing to help was another matter.
The three Xu brothers, along with Wang Chengcuo and Luo Yong, had faces full of radiance, feeling supreme honor as descendants of Yanhuang and people of the Divine Continent.
Umekawa Taro coughed lightly and said to Li Xuanyu, "Xuanyu, even in my country of Fusang, there are those who love peace. You can’t generalize us all with one stroke. For example, I am with the Dove Faction, you can’t confuse us with the Hawks."
Li Xuanyu said speechlessly, "Umekawa, you have ruined the mood I so painstakingly stirred up."
Umekawa Taro shrugged helplessly.
He put away the knife in his hand.
Jin Zhonghui immediately breathed a sigh of relief, narrowly escaping a disaster from Ghost Gate.
He immediately expressed his submission to Li Xuanyu, saying, "Patriarch Li’s words have enlightened me greatly. I will immediately transfer overseas assets to the Divine Continent. From now on, our Jin Family will follow the Li Family’s lead and only recognize the Divine Continent as Korea’s big brother."
After speaking, he cautiously looked at Li Xuanyu.
Li Xuanyu nodded in satisfaction and smiled at him, saying, "Jin Family Master is very perceptive."
Cui Bancheng and the other three clan leaders of the tycoon families also immediately expressed their stance. Although they used to follow the Li Family’s Financial Group, they now expressed willingness to submit with their whole families.
Li Xuanyu hadn’t originally expected to direct these people, but at this moment, seeing those innocent blood sacrifices, her mindset also underwent a subtle change.
Though she was a woman, she was by no means indecisive. With a raised hand, the sword that had just been wiped clean from Jin Zhonghui pierced through Jin Zhonghui’s throat.
The incident happened suddenly, Jin Zhonghui had no time to react, only raised his head in extreme horror to look at Li Xuanyu, his eyes filled with deep despair and reluctance.
He seemed unable to comprehend why despite kneeling so properly, he was still not spared.
Li Xuanyu took advantage of his lingering breath and coldly said, "These Korean Martial Artists who died in vain need someone to take responsibility for their deaths."
Jin Zhonghui’s eyes were filled with defiance, but a breath didn’t come, his head tilted, and he breathed his last.
He just couldn’t understand why, as the head of the Jin Finance Group, he had to pay with his life for the dead Martial Artists.
Weren’t these Martial Artists cultivated by us, the Chaebol Families?
They were born to serve us, the Chaebol Families. Dying for their masters is their honor, why should I be responsible for their deaths?
"Without the foolish decisions made by you idiots, these eleven elite martial artists from Korea wouldn’t have died in vain. Once I receive Qin Yanyang’s approval and get the Genetic Liquid Medicine quota, I could train another eleven even stronger experts for Korea. They could defend the national gate and resist Penglai’s invasion in the future," said Li Xuanyu with heartache.
Cui Bancheng and the other four tycoon leaders involved in the betrayal were frightened and screamed, only able to nod repeatedly at this moment.
The deaths of Yin Guoping and Jin Zhonghui left them in utter despair, especially Cui Bancheng, who believed he would be next.
He didn’t want to die but didn’t have the courage to resist.
Because he found in terror that the Martial Artists beside him were all moved by Li Xuanyu’s words.
This woman was terrifying, managing to win over the hearts of many Martial Artists in such a short time.
Xu Yunshan, Wang Chengcuo, and Luo Yong also nodded faintly on the side, finding some admiration for this petite woman.
Li Xuanyu approached Cui Bancheng with the blood-dripping Soft Sword.
Cui Bancheng was completely in despair, looking at Li Xuanyu with pleading eyes.
Li Xuanyu handed the sword over and said, "Clean it."
Cui Bancheng shuddered all over, leaking a few more drops.
Before killing Jin Zhonghui, she used Jin Zhonghui’s clothes to wipe clean the blood left by Yin Guoping.
Now she made him wipe the blood of Jin Zhonghui.
She’s going to kill me next, isn’t she?
But under Li Xuanyu’s gaze, he trembled and reached out to take the Soft Sword, frantically using a clean part of his clothes to wipe off the bloodstains. Official source is novel⦿fire.net
After wiping it clean, he shakily handed the sword back to Li Xuanyu, leaving only pleading in his eyes.
Li Xuanyu took back her treasure sword, looked it over, nodded in satisfaction, and smiled at Cui Bancheng, saying, "You cleaned it well."
Cui Bancheng forced out a smile uglier than crying.
Then, just as he thought Li Xuanyu would suddenly kill him with a sword anytime, he saw Li Xuanyu insert the sword into the white belt at her waist.
Her gaze swept over the frightened tycoon family heads, filled with deep disappointment.
Slowly, her gaze became incredibly firm, her face radiating a brilliant confidence, as she said softly, "Then let me, as a woman, support this nation. If Qin Yanyang can support such a vast and strong country as the Divine Continent, can’t I, Li Xuanyu, support even a small Korea?"
She silently added in her heart.
If I, Li Xuanyu, can’t even support Korea, where do I qualify to share Yang Fei with Qin Yanyang?
This era is destined for many people to make a change.