At that very moment.
"This flag has flown over Tianlai Division for decades."
Cao Wendao's voice carried across the arena, solemn. "The Top Three Divisions aren't just a ranking. They represent the resources our Prefectural Division directs their way, and the highest honor!"
"Over the years, the commanders of our Prefectural Division—and even several Deputy Commanders—came from the ranks of the Top Three Divisions when they were young!"
His words sent countless young Martial Artists below into excited breaths.
It meant that breaking into the Top Three would open a broad road straight to the upper ranks of the Prefectural Division!
Yet, faced with such a temptation, the three most prominent sections below reacted in completely different ways.
At the center sat the current overlord, Tianlai Division.
A suffocating air of ease hung over them. Wu Qingtian, Commander of Tianlai Division, leaned back in his chair, eyes even closed as he rested. Beside him sat three young men in specially made golden robes.
Luo Wansheng, Xu Tianzong, and Li Kui.
They looked languid. One toyed with a jade thumb ring, another bowed his head to polish his weapon, as if the bustle around them had nothing to do with them. Yet the occasional trace of their auras sent chills through everyone nearby!
All three were Bone Forging Eighth Rank!
That level of cultivation would make them commanders in any lesser division. Here, they were merely junior contestants.
They didn't take this ranking contest seriously at all. They already considered that flag theirs for the taking.
On the left sat Fuhu Division, ranked second.
The atmosphere here was ablaze with excitement and longing.
Everyone stared fixedly at the golden flag above the stage, undisguised greed in their eyes.
Fuhu Division's Commander, Liu Huwei, looked like no more than a sturdy middle-aged