Wu Linbei observed from close by that his good big brother's neck was drenched in sweat, spreading into a broad wet patch.
At that moment, he truly understood what it meant for sweat to pour like slurry.
He was delighted beyond measure and wished he could grab the other man by the collar and demand, "Where did all that swagger of yours just now go?"
That was right. The Governor of Maijing Prefecture had handed him authority over the city's construction, allowing his legitimate son, with the realm of the Human Sect, to wield the power of the Earth Sect—including, but not limited to, defense, trapping beasts, spatial transformations, and more.
As a father, he had already erred on the side of caution in judging his enemy and equipped his legitimate son with an abundance of powerful tools.
Yet he alone had failed to anticipate that Zhou Daqian's strength had already surpassed the limit. Even if the governor himself had come, he might not have been able to take him down.
Now, his legitimate son was caught in the awkward plight of riding a tiger and being unable to dismount.
If Zhou You had remained outside the city, things would have been fine. Unless he could split and shatter the entire city with strike after strike, they could have defended in place and held out until the Governor of Maijing Prefecture received word and came to their aid.
But the legitimate son had insisted on being clever, setting a "trap" to invite the gentleman into the urn. The result was...
Zhou You had stormed into the city, swinging his blade without restraint, crushing everything in his path, utterly unfettered.
And the legitimate son?
He had become completely bound to the city beneath his feet and could not leave by even