This was Dai Tianfeng's proudest moment since Qian Xunyi had taken office.
As soon as the alliance's appointed time arrived, he summoned Spirit Hall's ambassador and tore up the prewar agreement right in front of him.
The Star Luo Empire tore up the agreement, denied that Gengxin City was Spirit Hall territory, and cut off the supply of funds, manpower, and all strategic materials.
The one regret Dai Tianfeng had was that Spirit Hall's ambassador was not the Bu Kuaile he so hated. If it had been him, Dai Tianfeng would have eagerly thrown him into a vat of oil and listened to his miserable screams amid the boiling grease.
But even after doing all this, it only eased a small part of Dai Tianfeng's resentment. It was not enough—not nearly enough.
When he thought of how every city in his territory had a Spirit Hall clinging to it like a stubborn skin disease, he wanted nothing more than to destroy them completely.
Then Dai Tianfeng turned his gaze northward, toward a mighty pass—Watercloud Pass. It had once been a vital stronghold of the Star Luo Empire.
For an ambitious ruler, that cession of territory and payment of reparations had been the most humiliating moment of Dai Tianfeng's life.
He longed to lead his army north and reclaim Watercloud Pass for the Star Luo Empire.
No, that was not all. He wanted to go even further: occupy Spirit City, destroy the statue of the Angel God, plunder Spirit Hall's twenty thousand years of accumulated heritage, and carve out a great achievement for himself.
Of course, reason restrained the burning ambitions in Dai Tianfeng's heart.
At the very least, the outcome of the war at the front had yet to arrive. He could not act rashly at such a time.
Meanwhile,