Glory.
Yu Xianyu, with one hand pressing down on the Yu family and the other holding [Branch Plucking], wielding both military and financial power, backed by both Dao momentum and martial momentum, had never imagined that one day, simply hearing someone call her name would fill her with glory.
Yet when she, silently recuperating and waiting in the lounge, suddenly heard her own name, she nearly instinctively walked onto the stage, moving forward all the way, drawing close to the Demon Sweeping Heavenly Lord, upon whom the eyes of countless billions across the world were fixed...
She suddenly felt honored.
How far had she come to reach the All-Under-Heaven Platform, beneath the gaze of all, and have the brightest star of this age speak her name aloud?
How many times had she thrown her fists before she could finally meet Yu Que's waving hand...
At last, in that dazzling light, she watched the commander of the greatest army in the world wave and depart.
She watched her opponents step onto the stage one by one: Gong Tianya, a scholar with a sword; Ji Sansi, in red robes with a silver spear; and Lu Ye, young yet profoundly steady, standing like an old dragon.
Only then did it suddenly occur to her—why had the Demon Sweeping Heavenly Lord personally stepped in to speed the tournament along, while so urgently announcing so many matters...
It felt as though he feared the night might grow long and dreams along with it, and wanted to finish everything in one go.
As a prodigy of the age, already possessed of such fame and courage, what could have driven him to such urgency?
She vaguely thought of something... of the recent Star Fires across the world, of the gathering storm upon the stage. But focused as