"I!"
"Am Lin Feng, Sect Master of the Divine Sword Sect, from West City, Pingzhou, Great Dao Prefecture!"
"I have come specifically to participate in the Martial Path Grand Competition of the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Prefectures!"
Lin Feng proclaimed loudly, his resounding voice shaking ripples through the void.
"Great Dao Prefecture?"
Upon hearing this, True Man Flying Rainbow's expression froze slightly.
He knew of Great Dao Prefecture.
But Pingzhou, West City, the Divine Sword Sect, and such names were all things he had heard for the first time.
After all,
He was the foremost leader of the Flying Rainbow Sect within Purple Heaven Prefecture, the strongest of the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Prefectures. His cultivation had long since stepped into the realm of a Half-step Heavenly God Venerable. Ordinarily, he only paid attention to major events occurring in the various prefectures. As for martial forces below the prefectural level, he had no interest in learning about them, nor were they qualified to draw his attention.
"This is truly strange. This should be impossible."
"How could such a terrifying sect with such profound foundations emerge from a tiny city in some barren backwater?"
True Man Flying Rainbow muttered inwardly.
The way he looked at Lin Feng held a trace of astonishment and shock.
One had to know that in the present age, territories and powers were ranked by size as cities, states, prefectures, metropolises... in that order.
A city was the most insignificant kind of territory, an existence that could practically be ignored.
He had never imagined that Lin Feng's Divine Sword Sect had emerged from a mere tiny city, not even qualifying as a state-level martial force.
Fucking hell.
Since when could such a powerful and terrifying sect be born even within the lowest, humblest city?
It was simply