Had Zhang Chen not harbored other calculations, the path Du Guqiu had pointed out for him truly was a bright road—perhaps one that could preserve himself against the Great Victory Royal Family. But Zhang Chen had long since mapped out the road ahead, calculating everyone to death upon his chessboard.
The only thing Zhang Chen might have been worried about now was whether the Great Victory Royal Family could withstand the beating. If the six great families overturned them and both sides fought until they were mutually devastated, suffering losses too severe, with no one left to deal with that corpse, he would be left dumbfounded.
"Thank you, Godfather, for planning this out for me. Unfortunately, this is not my path. I, Zhang Chen, have always preferred to seek in the straight rather than beg in the crooked. No matter whether blade mountains and seas of fire or ten million calamities lie ahead, I will wade through them without hesitation. Back when I was a penniless child, the Pacifying Border King could not make me submit. Now that I have cultivated countless abilities and divine powers, the imperial court cannot make me submit either. As for the court's schemes, they are indeed seamless—but who will have the last laugh is still another matter." Zhang Chen solemnly bowed to Du Guqiu.
"Godfather, lead the way. Let us enter the palace and meet the Great Victory Human King."
Du Guqiu let out a faint sigh upon hearing this. "Before coming here, I already knew I would not be able to persuade you. If you were someone who knew how to assess the times, such a huge mess would never have erupted in the northern lands. But the Great Victory Royal Family is not like the northern lands—the difference in strength between the