Three sides had vied for the throne, and one had already been forced from the field.
The scene was a mess, and at the edge of the battlefield, people were beating the dog that had fallen into the water.
Yet most eyes remained fixed on the two Half-Sages confronting each other: Lingyun Hall and the Heavenly Southern Divine Sword.
The decisive factor in the struggle between the two remaining imperial contenders, Lian Feihong and Dongfang Da Qian, rested on these two.
Lingyun Hall was Dongfang Da Qian's master and the leader of the Human Seed Cult. Having endured in silence for many years and reached the Half-Sage realm, he intended to make a move that would shatter stone and shake the heavens, setting the course of the world in one stroke.
The Heavenly Southern Divine Sword was acknowledged as the foremost man of the Heavenly Sect and one of the pillars holding up the skies of the capital. Aside from Northern Town and Northern Ge, he had never encountered an opponent.
So he had already advanced to Half-Sage long ago—perhaps even before Marquis Shen.
With two Half-Sages taking part in the battle to choose the emperor and enfeoff lords, the outcome had gained countless new variables. Every faction waited and watched.
"Words are useless!"
Lingyun Hall flicked his sleeve. "Heavenly Southern Divine Sword, your standing as the foremost man of the Heavenly Sect was not earned through lofty virtue and venerable prestige, but through the reputation your sword carved out in your hand."
"My status and position, Lingyun Hall's, were likewise won through the labor of my own two hands, not dropped from the heavens."
"You and I both know full well that the one who prevails by strength gains the grand momentum of the world. Scheming petty men toil