Thousand Army Yanwu's finals were about to begin.
War God King Zongheng personally descended upon the venue to inspect the quality of this year's Thousand Army Yanwu.
He looked over the information on the two finalists.
The first was Liu Jincheng, a Main God and a thirty-year veteran of the War Faction who had experienced over ten thousand wars. In his best campaign, he had used three hundred million battered remnants to hold back an enemy civilization's army of 1.9 billion. Title earned: Iron Wall.
The second was Han Wu, a Main God, Divine Son of the Death Faction, Divine Son of the Wisdom Faction, and currently a third-year student at Imperial Capital Academy. Notable deed: In the recent divine war between the Slaughter Faction and the Wisdom Faction, he had relied on his formidable strength to force Slaughter God King Ren Tu to his death.
Seeing Liu Jincheng's information, War God King Zongheng nodded, fairly satisfied.
But when he saw Han Wu's information, War God King Zongheng's expression darkened.
A few days ago, he had reviewed Han Wu's information and had already planned to make trouble for Han Wu, to give an explanation to the dead Ren Tu and the War Family.
And now, Han Wu had made it all the way to the Thousand Army Yanwu finals.
What came next? Would he seize first place outright and become one of the Three Armies?
If that happened, it would truly be inconvenient for War God King Zongheng to make a move against Han Wu.
Therefore, the only opportunity to target Han Wu was now.
Preferably during the Thousand Army Yanwu finals.
If Liu Jincheng could crush Han Wu in an overwhelming victory, the effect would naturally be best.
It would both display the War Faction's formidable strength and openly