The civilizations behind the various Apex Emperor-level fighters all issued their orders remotely.
Only the Golden Crow Race, the Dragon Race, and the Shacha Civilization had officials on-site. The Dragon Race's official was Spirit Boat himself.
He turned a blind eye and let Mu Da drop out of the top ten.
He was doing his part to help Ziwei dominate the rankings.
For a faction to produce a Great Emperor on its own, it either had to promise the other factions substantial benefits or dominate the rankings.
But no faction had dominated the rankings in over a hundred thousand years, so everyone had overlooked the possibility.
Today, though, Ziwei was showing signs of doing just that.
Nine Kings had been crowned in a single day! Huang Ji's sudden rise had drawn everyone's attention, making them forget that this little-known group had assembled a team capable of dominating the rankings.
It was only a possibility, of course. The Ancient Civilization and Jue Chen Civilization held more than sixty percent of the King positions. They were far stronger contenders.
Yet even they had never managed it. That showed how difficult it was.
For one faction to place ten fighters in the top ten at once was extraordinarily hard. Powerful fighters like Cang Tu served as gatekeepers precisely to prevent other factions from dominating the rankings.
Every faction did its utmost to keep the top ten balanced. That was why no faction had pulled it off in over a hundred thousand years.
But today, a genius had appeared who, at least in Nitrogen Grade, was even more dominant than Yak.
Not only did he have the strength of a Great Emperor, he carried himself like one. Nearly everyone present had benefited from his actions—at least, that was how the fighters saw it.
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