Dean Wen saw this and began making calculations.
He had spoken out of turn earlier and left a bad impression on the Grand Princess. He urgently needed to establish a better image.
He had a feeling that Weisheng Moran was indeed capable, but he had already made a plan to save his own skin. He had something to fall back on. I only need to lead the charge. A minor injury in exchange for her favor... that's still a bargain!
With that thought, Dean Wen stepped out from the crowd and solemnly addressed the Grand Princess. "Your Highness, this Yuan Hao cur has grown so arrogant that he plainly has no idea how close he is to death. Please give this humble official a chance to uphold Tai Yu's might!"
"Go." The Grand Princess saw Dean Wen in a new light. Whether she liked him or not, having a subordinate willing to lead the charge made things easier when she commanded.
The other high officials of Tai Yu also regarded Dean Wen differently. Of course, some guessed that this was something like a calculated sacrifice. Even if he lost, as long as he survived, he would have earned merit and could hold his head high.
Under their solemn gazes, Dean Wen took a step forward and became a white afterimage outside the white-bone warship. Even in the Guan Zizai Realm, his divine might was on display. His power as a Reverse Fate cultivator was enough to sweep across the Divine Grave Constellation!
After all, Dean Wen held the rank of deputy third grade, slightly above even the two generals, Si Shenyang and Yueli Jun.
"You there, you Yuan Hao whelp! Your manners are as rotten as your upbringing. Let your granddaddy teach you a lesson!"
The high officials of Tai