Jiangdong, outside Tianwu City.
Dark clouds pressed down upon the city, revealing a towering military formation. As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of people, blades and spears standing in dense ranks. At their head stood a valiant-looking man.
Suppress-South King Wu Tai'an.
From receiving Junior Guardian Li Tai'an's urgent letter to swiftly leading troops to Tianwu City, Wu Tai'an could only be described as high-spirited and full of ambition.
Yet he kept all those feelings buried deep inside. On the surface, he wore a grief-stricken expression as his Divine Sense surveyed Tianwu City, which had become a bubbling cauldron of chaos because of the Fighting Tournament—teeming with life, with all things surging forth in fierce competition. He could not help but sigh before clapping his hands forcefully.
"Fuck, how did the Dao Court end up like this?!"
Even as he rebuked them, Wu Tai'an secretly thought to himself:
Keep it up! Keep fighting!
Although he now stood in the same camp as the Junior Guardian, Junior Mentor, and Junior Preceptor, he was, after all, a member of the Tian Wu Royal Clan. A temporary alliance could not change his stance.
Thus, even though he had actually arrived long ago, he deliberately waited until he estimated that forty to fifty percent of the officials had been beaten to death or crippled. Only once the vacant Official Positions could be used to place his own people in the center of power did he leisurely order his troops into Tianwu City.
However, in the very next moment.
Rays of formation light shot into the sky, sealing off his route into the city. This sudden change immediately made Wu Tai'an frown.
"What gall!"
Wu Tai'an raised his gaze slightly and soon spotted a familiar figure within Tianwu City's formations: