"Fine, leave it to me. Isn't conferring godhood just a matter of an imperial edict and an imperial mandate? I'm the current dynasty's grand preceptor and a minister entrusted with the late emperor's final wishes. I have golden words aplenty, and the authority to invest deities. The Great Qian Dynasty is at war right now. If there really aren't any positions available, I'll simply kill off a batch of petty gods to make room!"
Li Chen's boldness soared into the clouds, and his words left both Shen Longcheng and Pan Ning embarrassed on his behalf.
As he was now, he could truly swagger through the Great Qian Dynasty without fearing anyone he faced.
The powerful experts and Great Powers of the Righteous Qi Continent were accustomed to remaining behind the scenes, enjoying worldly offerings from their lofty perches. It had never occurred to them that anyone would have the sky-high audacity to steal a dynasty's destiny right under their noses.
It was precisely this oversight, along with habits of thought formed over a million years, that had allowed Hu Ze's Avatar to remain at large to this day, without anyone seeing through him.
After ending the exchange through the puppet world heavenly net, Li Chen returned to reality once more. Immediately, he heard a subordinate approach to report to Hu Ze's Avatar, "Grand Preceptor, the vanguard has spotted the enemy..."
"Excellent. Keep watch and continue advancing!"
"Kill!"
On the battlefield, soldiers charged, their battle cries shaking the heavens. In mere moments, rank after rank of low-rank martial artists fell.
More elite warriors stepped over their corpses, swinging sabers, spears, swords, and halberds at the enemy.
This was the Sand Kingdom battlefield on Great Qian's eastern frontier. Grand Preceptor Hu Ze personally led the campaign here, while the Thirteen Route