The more than a hundred powerhouses in the Spatial World all heard the Wuxu Emperor's words and turned to look at Qin Shaofeng in utter astonishment.
The Ninth Battlefield.
This name carried tremendous renown across the entire battlefield.
The reason it was so famous was that this battlefield was simply too vast, with powerhouses gathered like clouds. Yet to this day, it had never truly had a supreme commander—a Great General.
The starry sky they needed to conquer was simply too broad, so much so that the designated battlefields already numbered in the hundreds.
Every battlefield had its own highest commander.
The higher a battlefield's ranking, the greater its importance. This was clear at a glance.
"Such an important battlefield... isn't Lord Wuxu Emperor overestimating me a little? I'm not even a hundred years old yet. Commanding such an enormous battlefield would probably be very difficult," Qin Shaofeng said, voicing everyone's thoughts.
The moment his words fell, a burst of laughter rang out.
Three figures appeared nearby in succession.
Qin Shaofeng was very unfamiliar with the three of them and did not understand what they meant by arriving in such a manner.
While he was still pondering, one of them spoke.
"Little friend Qin Shaofeng, there's no need to be so modest. Since the Wuxu Emperor has fought to secure the position of Ninth Battlefield commander for you, then you are qualified for it."
"Modest? Old Man Sin, are you sure that word can be used here?"
"Why can't it? Since this old man said so, then that's how it is. Stop talking nonsense to this old man!" Old Man Sin flew into a rage.
Listening to them bicker, Qin Shaofeng felt that they looked like a group of living treasures no matter how he viewed them.
Yet he knew