Quite a few grandmasters from the six Noble Families had paid Xiang Yuan for their lives, so his face was hardly unfamiliar to them.
Those who had never seen him had still learned of the Heavenly Sect's Young Sect Master, the Overlord of Western Chu, the Left Envoy of the Yellow Springs, and so on—either from their own grandmasters' furious curses or from intelligence sent from Western Chu.
His strength was beyond question. He punched White Cloud Manor, kicked Forget Sword Manor, and forced his way into Great Awakening Temple for a vegetarian meal without even being offered a seat.
He had swept through Western Chu, proclaimed himself king and overlord—someone no one could afford to provoke.
But why had the Overlord appeared in Southern Jin?
Even stranger, he had just called himself "Li"?!
Wasn't he a Liu Clan royal kinsman? Since when had he become entangled with the Li Clan...
The pressure high in the sky was too terrifying. The six grandmasters finally caught on: the Overlord seemed to be fighting someone across the void. Looking again at the four grandmasters of the Shangyuan Li Clan, who remained calm and composed as though they had known all along, they lowered their eyes obediently while cursing inwardly.
Well played, Shangyuan Li Clan. To deal with our six Noble Families, you actually dared to sell out the nation for glory and bring in forces from Western Chu.
You're taking the lead in rebellion!
"Fight, then. Why did you stop?"
Li Jingwu stepped forward, staring maliciously at the bruised and swollen Sun Hao. He thought to himself that slapping the faces of those Jiangdong rats really was satisfying.
Sun Hao snorted coldly and could not be bothered to lower himself to his level. Silently, he shielded his colleagues behind him, demonstrating the