Master of the Battlefield

"Many thanks, Xuanyong."

A Sovereign dressed and groomed like a young nobleman clasped his fists in thanks.

The woman glanced at him.

"I'm among the younger generation of Divine Kings. Your strength is no weaker than mine. We should regard each other as peers. From now on, just call me Xuanyong."

After saying that, she strolled into the palace.

The young nobleman nodded. Fine. I can't be bothered to stand on ceremony with you anyway. Do whatever you like. As long as you stop suppressing me, I'll be burning incense in gratitude.

He put away the palace and departed through the air.

The young nobleman was naturally Li Dui. After learning the Divine King Xuanyong's secret technique, sure enough...