True martial artists all hoped the road to glory would be free of outside interference.
Yet for over a hundred thousand years, preventing anyone else from becoming a Great Emperor had become standard practice.
As a result, the highest honor of Great Emperor had become an empty title.
This served political needs, not the wishes of the fighters.
Now, out of nowhere, the Ziwei Faction had emerged with unrivaled strength. Huang Ji had burst onto the scene, overwhelmed all his rivals, and led his team to all but monopolize the rankings.
That alone would have been one thing, but they were not even a political entity. A group of company employees dominating the rankings was unprecedented.
Huang Ji had actually promised in public that they would accept anyone who challenged Ziwei.
They would not drag things out or simply refuse to fight to keep someone else from winning.
This was exactly the competitive environment so many powerful fighters wanted!
"Mr. Huang Ji! Hahaha, well said!" Han Bi praised him openly.
Yu Suo Ma added, "That's how it should be!"
The crowd immediately erupted, their cries of support merging into a roar.
From anyone else, those words would have been nonsense. But Huang Ji could say them.
Ziwei occupied almost the entire emperor tier, and Huang Ji himself held first place. He had defeated eight fellow emperors on the same leaderboard and stood just one step away from becoming a Great Emperor.
More importantly, he had won their hearts.
Who among those who reached the higher ranks did not love this sport? They spent their entire lives pursuing glory and honing themselves.
Whether in strength, character, or the legacy he had passed down to benefit generations to come, Huang Ji deserved the title of Great Emperor.
Amid the chorus of praise,