A plea for recommendation votes. Inside the command hall, the atmosphere was as heavy as lead.
The confidence on Qian Yehua's face froze instantly, shaken by the severity and disappointment in the Holy Son's words.
He abruptly raised his head. "Please enlighten us, Holy Son! We-we would never dare slacken in the slightest or underestimate our enemies!"
Beside him, the bloodthirsty edge in Qian Bochao's eyes, honed through years of fighting abyssal monsters, had also vanished completely, replaced by solemn gravity.
The Holy Son's words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his heart, jolting him awake from the ingrained thinking bred by slaughter underground.
He drew a deep breath of the almost frozen air, bowed, and said gravely, "Please show us the way, Holy Son!"
Seeing that the two had finally reined in their blind sense of superiority, Qian Daoliu's expression softened slightly, though his tone remained solemn. "When I said this Gaoying Tournament would be the opening chapter of an age of great contention, those were no empty words. Across the continent, wind and clouds surge, fortune gathers, and countless figures of breathtaking talent are coming into being."
He paused briefly, casting his gaze toward the distant north. A gravity even he had not noticed quietly slipped into his voice. "Some among them-their talent, strength, and fortune-even I, Qian Daoliu, would not dare underestimate in the slightest!"
At those words, Qian Yehua and Qian Bochao were shaken to their cores!
They knew all too well the stature of the Holy Son before them. He stood at the pinnacle of the younger generation, the future pillar holding up the heavens for the Qian Family, a commander who could oversee a fortress on the Underground Abyss front and command countless powerful warriors!
What terrifying beings must those peers