The night wind was cold, the mountains bleak, yet the people of Huang Province burned with fiery enthusiasm, their clamor shaking the heavens.
On the mountaintop, Xu Wanxing, the Old Ancestors of the three families, Su Guishan, Yang Dongxiong, and the others were still reeling from the shock of the Whale Emperor's giant fin writing. Their hearts hammered, and a single sentence echoed beside their ears.
Let every Martial Saint and Demon King in the world compete! And have Liang Qu help formulate the competition rules!
"Gulp."
Xu Wanxing wiped the sweat from his forehead, both sleeves damp with sweat stains. Even the two True Images of the local Xu Family had to be served with utmost care, lest he say something wrong or do something improper. Young Dragon was even more like the sun in the sky. One merely had to see him to have their flesh split open by his radiance. Such towering figures, figures he would never have dared even imagine, gathering together to compete like the young people below?
Clouds blanketed Yunmeng in a grand hunt; magnificent Zhanghua rose in splendor.
How glorious. How magnificent!
If he could witness it in person, see it with his own eyes, he could die without regret!
But with so many Martial Saints and Demon Kings leaving their posts—and Southern Border, Northern Court, and the nations beyond—would nothing truly happen? Would it not throw the world into chaos?
"I held the Great Hunting Assembly and put up the Profound Yellow Token in order to reasonably seize Dominance Level... The Whale Emperor thrust in a fin, held an Eastern Sea Great Hunting Assembly, and invited heroes from all under heaven. What was it for?"
Leaning against the railing and looking into the distance, Liang Qu had agreed to the Whale Emperor's