Deyi under heaven, Wei's spirit under heaven!
Yan Shaofei emerged with his sword at his waist, and the entire venue fell solemn in an instant.
Ever since Wang Ao had punched open the Martial Dao, Wei State had enjoyed boundless glory these past few years. First, its martial pawns had formed into an army and swept through the Netherworld. Then Wu Xun had reached the summit, and Though the Tortoise Lives Long had been stained with the blood of Transcendence.
Looking across the whole world, apart from the Sons of Heaven of the six Hegemon States, Emperor of Wei was truly the only one who could contend with the Li Emperor.
Of course, since Emperor of Wei could contend with the Li Emperor, there was no need to mention reaching the summit...
You could not even hold steady the position of strongest state beneath the Six Hegemons, yet you dreamed the Spring and Autumn Great Dream of becoming the seventh Hegemon State!
What seemed like only a minor disturbance in the spectator stands—an impassioned rise by a former wanderer and present-day Wei official—still made Hong Junyan carefully consider whose instructions Wei State had received in speaking up at this time.
Had the central authorities quietly prompted them, or had Chu Kingdom secretly stirred the waters?
Or had Wei Xuanche truly been holding back his potential for so long, feeling that his wings had grown full enough to spread them now and soar ten thousand miles, a great roc flying over the vast blue sea?
As the Son of Heaven of a nation, he naturally could not lower himself to speak with another country's team leader.
Erzhu He, built like a calf, sprang up and raised his hand.
Jiang Wang looked over with some amusement. "You want to speak too?"
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