"The great enemy is gone. From here on, the seas are wide and the skies vast. What do you all think we should do next?!"
In the mountain forest, Zhao Cheng asked his current band of followers.
Yet as Zhao Cheng's gaze swept over them, no one dared meet his eyes.
Wei Ye in particular, who had followed Zhao Cheng all this time, felt his heart jolt. Ever since their banner chief had turned the tide between life and death not long ago, he had become increasingly inhuman. Though he was still flesh and blood, Wei Ye could always sense a faint trace of divinity from him. It was simply like facing the sacred statue of Yellow Heaven during a grand sacrifice of the Yellow Heaven Army.
Naturally, he did not know that this was the change brought about by the Yellow Heaven Great Method after Zhao Cheng had grasped its true essence.
When one accorded with Heaven and became true, divinity would naturally reveal itself.
As for Wang Shouzheng, he did not know what this Daoist had been like before. His first impression of Zhao Cheng was that, though young, he was ruthless—but not with the sinister viciousness of one who plotted in the shadows. Rather, his was an open and righteous ruthlessness, crushing others beneath great Momentum and great force.
Whether it was absorbing his men, leading the others to kill Wu Yuan and the Tiger Leopard Cavalry, Zhao Cheng had displayed the bearing of a great general throughout.
Of course, that was not the most important thing. The most important thing was that, at such a young age, Zhao Cheng already understood the principle that a man of great worth did not sit beneath a crumbling wall. Even when Wu Yuan had been driven into a dead