Why did the moment Jun Changxiao arrived at the battlefield, the big shots of every plane know about it?
Because for such an outrageously formidable existence who dared contend with the Upper Realm, they naturally stationed a large number of informants outside the Starfall Continent stronghold.
"He's here?"
"He's here."
The informants squatting outside the stronghold had become familiar with one another. Not only did they greet each other when they met, they would often sit together and shoot the breeze.
Even when he was absent, all planes had to keep watch on him from beginning to end, not daring to relax in the slightest. Starfall Continent was probably the only one that received such treatment.
Of course.
The informants sent by the various big shots were not there to monitor Jun Changxiao.
They were waiting for him to appear so they could immediately report back, then swiftly instruct their subordinates to behave themselves and absolutely not offend that fellow.
Put it this way.
When Jun Changxiao was not around, the battlefield was as it had always been—those who should fight fought, and those who should seize opportunities seized opportunities. It was livelier than New Year's.
Once he appeared, no one fought anymore, no one snatched opportunities anymore; they all tucked themselves back into their strongholds.
If the High Martial World had a peace prize, awarding it to Jun Changxiao would have been wholly deserved. After all, a plane centered on conflict became peaceful once more because of his arrival. Forget fighting—even verbal spats vanished, leaving a scene of singing and dancing in peace and prosperity.
Better provoke Yama than provoke the fortress.
On the Plane Battlefield, that became: better provoke Yama than provoke Gousheng.
"Why has he come again?"
After receiving the news, Mo Shangsheng's expression became wonderfully colorful.