Jiang Wang's Brutal Kill of Ji Shaoqing at End of the World Terrace had drawn nearly every influential figure in the Near-Sea Archipelago to watch.
After all, it had been a microcosm of the struggle between the Qi State and Sea Fishing Tower.
Every detail of that incident had long since spread throughout the near seas.
Chen Zhitao's words—"Had I been born fifteen years later, I would surely have kept Fellow Daoist Jiang here"—had rung like gold and iron at the time, salvaging Sea Fishing Tower's perilously crumbling prestige, and had once been widely repeated.
Thus, many present understood perfectly that Jiang Wang's statement, "Jiang was not born fifteen years earlier," was a response sent across time—and the most forceful blow against Sea Fishing Tower's prestige.
And this response had stepped beyond that year. Its sword point was not aimed at Chen Zhitao alone; it swept in all three of Sea Fishing Tower's powerful Divine Presence elders as well.
What grandeur and confidence was this? What soaring, unrestrained spirit?
When he laughed and joked, everyone felt they could be his friend, that they dared say anything and make any joke.
Only when he turned serious did people understand what it meant to be a marquis who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
At this moment, with Jiang Wang pointing in all directions like a halberd, the entire End of the World Terrace fell into an instant of dead silence.
The clamorous din seemed to have been swallowed whole.
Even the unceasing roar of the waves seemed to drift very far away.
Even Zhuo Qingru, cold and solemn by nature and rarely moved by anything, was left momentarily speechless.
This was your idea of keeping a low profile, Marquis of Wu'an?
The moment you