The Great Splendor Hall.
The Victory Banquet.
"What do you mean by this?" Xiao Wuque rose, his gaze cold and sharp, his expression darkening slightly.
"And who might this be?" Wang Yu asked.
"Xiao Wuque," Xiao Wuque replied.
"Then I know you. You are Mo Chen's final disciple," Wang Yu said lightly.
Then he looked at Xiao Wuque with greater seriousness than before.
"I have emerged from the Nine Heavens, and thus represent its honor. Disrespect toward me is disrespect toward the Nine Heavens. His skills proved inferior, so this was his fate. Had he been stronger, he could have insulted me, and that would have been that! Wouldn't you agree?"
Hearing this, Xiao Wuque's gaze tightened, but he could find no words to say.
The strong preyed on the weak-an eternal truth.
Just as Wang Yu had said, if one was stronger, an insult was simply an insult.
If one's skills were inferior, one could only swallow it.
"Everyone, I came today with no ill intent!" Wang Yu declared, his voice clear and resonant. "You should all know in your hearts that, with that towering tree fallen, Great Xia now stands on the verge of collapse."
"The Nine Heavens is the legitimate successor to the Heavenly Court's former followers."
"Throughout the long ages, the Nine Heavens has never taken the initiative to commit evil. We have always held to the principle that well water does not encroach upon river water."
"You should all know this, too!"
His words fell.
The entire hall was silent.
Everyone knew that what Wang Yu said was true.
The Upper Three Heavens stood high above, removed from worldly affairs.
And the Nine Heavens was the most mysterious existence among the Upper Three Heavens.
"I trust you," Ji Minghao suddenly said.
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty!!"