"Brother Xianyang, could you let your little brother have this one? Let me take first place for once!" The hunting tournament had yet to begin, but the great clans and powerful factions were already making their grand entrances. There was no shortage of figures capable of standing toe-to-toe with Lin Xianyang.
For instance, the other three of the Four Heavenly Kings. There were also several Heavenly River Thearchs who were likewise Martial King overlords, only held beneath the Four Heavenly Kings due to one minor shortcoming or another.
These people were the future pillars of the Great Qin Empire. They were rivals, yet also needed to join hands under certain circumstances. Their relationship was exceedingly delicate.
The man speaking to Lin Xianyang was equally handsome, but tall and slender rather than as robust and imposing as Lin Xianyang. He was another of the Four Heavenly Kings—Zhao Heqi, the third son of the Empire's Left Chancellor.
The Left and Right Chancellors, the three great marshals, and the four great princes together formed the Great Qin Empire's highest echelon of power. Although the Demon Dragon Emperor ruled the Empire, this martial prodigy preferred secluding himself in bitter cultivation in pursuit of higher martial realms. Thus, these nine people ordinarily controlled the Empire's vast authority.
Therefore, Zhao Heqi's status was not inferior to Lin Xianyang's in the slightest. He was only a tiny bit weaker in combat strength, which was why his prestige fell just a fraction short of Lin Xianyang's.
There was nothing to be done about that. Since childhood, Lin Xianyang had followed his father, the Empire's Grand Marshal Lin Wubing, into battle across the land, expanding the Empire's territory. His practical combat experience surpassed Zhao Heqi's by several leagues.
But experience could be made up for. No one had ever