Chai Jin had long since become the leader of Mount Liang, and none of the people there had any objections.
After all, they understood perfectly well that who held the position of leader mattered little to them.
They had already changed leaders several times, after all.
And even after a change in leadership, Mount Liang's previous leaders were still there.
Of course, before becoming Mount Liang's leader, Chai Jin had also demonstrated his strength.
It had not been a deliberate display. Rather, at Fang La's insistence, he had sparred with him again.
Although the spectacle had not been as grand as last time, Mount Liang's Loyalty Hall had still been left in shambles.
When it came to speed, Chai Jin could be said to have long since reached the very pinnacle.
In that regard, not a single person on Mount Liang could match him.
Perhaps the same was true throughout the world.
None of them realized that Chai Jin's strength lay in far more than his speed.
That elusive speed, which let him appear and vanish like a ghost, was merely one of his methods.
Chai Jin's greatest strength was still his incredibly uncanny Hand Blade.
Although it looked like nothing more than an ordinary palm, it could inflict wounds just like a real blade.
Even Fang La could not do such a thing.
Of course, although Fang La could not do that, he could accomplish things even more terrifying!
Those two fellows truly could not be judged by ordinary standards.
The news from Mount Liang did not stay secret for long. The people of the Imperial Court soon learned of it.
After all, what had happened there was simply too significant.
An army had chosen to surrender without fighting a single battle.
How could anyone in the Imperial Court