The Wei Emperor's appearance had already secured victory.
After today, if Wei won, it would rank seventh under heaven; if it lost, eighth!
The struggle between Song and Wei could come to an end! Even if Chen Yanxun of Song fought his way through the Yellow River Assembly, it would be useless.
As for Sheng, which had been slashed by Mu Kingdom's blade and still had not caught its breath, there was no need to mention it at all.
When all was said and done, the struggle of Prodigies was indeed one of those "not yet grown"—how could it compare to an emperor raising his blade? That was far more exhilarating, far more representative!
Hong Junyan looked toward Jiang Wang, as if asking, Brother Jiang, are there any steps left?
Jiang Wang looked at his nose with his eyes, and at his heart with his nose, keeping his hands tucked in his sleeves without a word.
The Snowfield Emperor stepped forward, attempting to take River-Subduing True Lord's hand and awaken the bond between brothers.
"Both the Lord of the Li State and the Lord of Wei are heroes! River-Subduing True Lord has reached the pinnacle only a few years ago. Is presiding over this competition not somewhat strenuous?" Central Son of Heaven's voice drifted over.
"Would you need to summon the Nine-Dragon Sun-Supporting Eternal Mountain and River Seal? It was forged to suppress the river in the first place; it may also steady the grounds for this grand assembly."
He pronounced the Seal's full name one word at a time.
If you wish to sit in Long River Dragon Lord's seat, do you remember how Long River Dragon Lord died?
Even Transcendents meet misfortune. Could you, Hong Junyan, still overturn the heavens?
Jiang Wang stepped back. It was both an