The Gao Family... had been wiped out.
Elder Gao's head lay on the cold ground. His gradually dimming eyes stared at the blood on the floor, unable to comprehend what had happened.
'How could this have happened?'
'How could seizing power be this simple?'
'Shouldn't it have started with money?'
'Only with money would those officials even give you the time of day.'
'Only with money could you secure the officials' protection.'
'Only with money could you borrow their might.'
In truth.
Elder Gao's line of thinking wasn't actually wrong, in a way.
But power comes in many forms.
He had ultimately failed to understand what the greatest, most fundamental power in this world was!
It was martial strength!
The kind possessed by a Skin and Flesh Realm Martial Artist!
It was influence!
The combined force of three villages, a formidable host!
It was military authority!
The legitimate members of the Grain and Tax Team!
He hadn't surpassed them in a single one of these aspects!
