The Divine Martial Nation's Army!
Lin Bai, Yin Jiuling, A Ning, and Lin Ye headed straight for Five Peaks, Nine Academies.
Now that Her Majesty the Emperor Xiao had personally arrived at Divine Relic Ridge, the entire Five Peaks, Nine Academies was filled with troops from the Divine Martial Nation.
From far away in the clouds, Lin Bai saw two kinds of great flags among the soldiers below. One bore the words "Divine Martial Nation," while the other was the military banner of the Chu Family Army.
Lin Bai landed atop the Five Peaks and walked toward the main hall. Along the way, the soldiers who saw him dropped to one knee and respectfully called out, "Greetings, Sword King!"
"Greetings, Sword King!"
"Greetings, Sword King!"
Wave after wave of shouting echoed across the Five Peaks.
To the soldiers of the Chu Family Army, Lin Bai held a position in their hearts equal to that of Chu Jiangliu and the Emperor Xiao.
Perhaps the other armies of the Divine Martial Nation did not feel as deeply about Lin Bai, but the Chu Family Army had been trained by Chu Jiangliu, so they held Lin Bai in extraordinary respect.
From the square came voices like rolling waves. Chu Jiangliu, dressed in military attire, walked to the front of the main hall. Seeing Lin Bai approach, he clasped his fists and called out, "Sword King!"
Lin Bai glanced at Chu Jiangliu. Years of campaigning outside had left more marks of age on his face, and he had grown a stubble of beard that made him look more composed. His sharpness was restrained within his eyes, and his entire bearing truly carried the air of a high-ranking prince.
Lin Bai walked over with a smile and patted Chu Jiangliu on the shoulder. "You're looking