Tianjing City was a city of such immense greatness.
Its population numbered in the hundreds of millions.
Its powerful cultivators were as numerous as stars.
Jiang Wang stood alone.
Alone, with a single sword, facing the greatest city under heaven.
His voice was not loud, yet everyone who needed to hear it could hear it.
And those who understood, such as Xu San, needed no further explanation.
The entire All-Under-Heaven City on Great Void Mountain was staffed by people dispatched from the Jing Kingdom—elite troops and formidable generals, transferred solely to compete against the other pavilions and fight for Jing Kingdom's interests.
From now on, should anyone in All-Under-Heaven City commit a wrong, Jiang Wang might drag them to Tianjing City and punish them in the street.
Then was it possible that no one in All-Under-Heaven City would ever make a mistake again?
"Fairness" would suffice.
But the word "fairness" would, in practice, diminish Jing Kingdom's interests. After all, they had already gained much through "unfairness."
No matter the means by which they had been won, what had already been gained would never be regarded as "something that could be returned," but only as "what was already in one's pocket."
Especially given the Jing Kingdom's sheer size, those benefits had long since been divided up cleanly.
Who would spit out the first mouthful?
Who would be willing?
But if Jing Kingdom refused to disgorge that share of its gains, Jiang Wang would keep finding excuses, keep coming to Tianjing City, and keep chipping away at Jing Kingdom's dignity!
This man had to die!
But how could he be killed?
Setting aside the halo and legend attached to the name Jiang Wang itself, merely his status as a Great Void Pavilion member was enough. The Great Void Assembly had been an