Giant Spirit Hand Lu Qiu, who ranked on the Tianluo Ranking, was undoubtedly stronger in combat than the Fourth Prince, Xia Hong.
After all, his ranking was five places higher than Xia Hong's.
But Lu Qiu came from a minor sect, with no powerful backing behind him. He had fought his way to where he was today, every step soaked in blood and tears.
Ninth Grade Sovereign was almost the limit of what Lu Qiu could achieve.
To go further and break through to Earth Sovereign, he would need a top-tier sect to pour resources into him. Without that, he would probably never have a chance in this lifetime, and would remain stuck in the Supreme Realm.
So when the Great Xia Dynasty's Fourth Prince, Xia Hong, invited him along the way, Lu Qiu readily accepted and climbed aboard the Golden War Chariot. The two chatted happily.
The former wanted to gather more powerful allies and venture into the Ancient Heavenly Palace together.
The latter wanted to attach himself to an ancient sect and secure resources.
The two had hit it off at once.
At the Western Ancient City, the Fourth Prince Xia Hong had suffered a setback. Naturally, Lu Qiu, eager to prove himself, wanted to stand up for him and sell his services for a good price.
"Very well, then I'll trouble you, Brother Lu."
Xia Hong stood atop the Golden War Chariot, looking down from on high as he gave a slight nod.
Lu Qiu was no more than a chess piece, one he could discard at any time.
If he could sound out the woman in white, that would be ideal.
If he kicked an iron plate, he could simply abandon Lu Qiu and claim he had acted on his own.
Lu Qiu's body surged