The various top Lineages of the Northern Region recommended their sect's Holy Sons and prodigies to one another.
Everyone knew very well that once this battle began, it would surely be recorded in the annals of the Demon Realm. For tens of thousands of years to come, people would still speak of it with relish.
Thus, everyone wanted their own Holy Son to go up and claim a share of the spoils. If he won, his name would resound throughout the world; if he lost... then he lost.
After some discussion, Tang Xiong, the patriarch of the Heavenly Dao Clan, said in a low voice, "Our Heavenly Dao Clan can send one person!"
"You?"
"The Heavenly Dao Clan?"
"Heh, forgive my bluntness, Tang Xiong, but not one of the Nine Clans' Holy Sons from your Heavenly Dao Clan is fit to take the stage!"
The moment the Heavenly Dao Clan's patriarch finished speaking, a wave of jeers and sarcasm descended upon him.
"The Heavenly Dao Clan's Nine Clans—Meng Lei, Li Yunqiu, Xiang Luo, Mo Quan, Dong Nanshu, Gu Wujiang, Wu Rui... Which one of them can stand against Bu Junfeng, Lin Bai, and the others?"
"The Heavenly Dao Clan's Holy Sons are simply a laughingstock!"
"Sure enough, Tang Muzhi must have dredged up quite a few treasures from the White Water River!" someone suddenly guessed.
"I was originally secretly cultivated by your clan to deal with Bu Junfeng." The Heavenly Dao Clan's patriarch looked toward Bu Junfeng as he spoke.
Although the Holy Sons openly displayed by the major Eastern Regions and Lineages enjoyed unrivaled glory, they also had to toil over their Lineage and Eastern Region's trivial affairs.
"Now that the entire situation favors the Northern Region, if they refuse this matter, we have no way to force them