The auras of all five were immensely powerful. Even before they arrived, while they were still more than two hundred meters away, Zeng Mu could judge their true strength from their speed and the surging presence radiating from their bodies. They were all Willful Realm Elementalists, their identities confirmed by the colors of their elemental power.
As expected of the Qin Kingdom. Even the powerful fighters in the Royal City who can mobilize at a moment's notice number this many, Zeng Mu marveled inwardly. Including these men, Qin Mu, the Prison Warden, and Qin Zhongyi, he had already encountered eight Elementalists. With Ying Zheng himself added to that number, it was nothing short of staggering-and those were only the ones he could see openly.
There were no more than a hundred Elementalists on the entire continent. Each of the Three Great Powers held roughly a third, or about thirty. Subtract the reclusive masters unwilling to appear in public, and the number fell to just over twenty. Yet nearly a third of those Elementalists were gathered here, in the Qin Kingdom's small Royal City within the Seven Kingdoms' territory. How could he not be astonished?
Just as I thought. Even the number of Elementalists under his command is this impressive. With disciplined armies, strict laws and harsh punishments, and the support of ministers and strategists-heh, how could he fail to achieve greatness? He rejoiced inwardly, thinking that Ying Zheng truly deserved to be called an emperor without equal through the ages. Even in this impossibly chaotic era, he possessed such strength. The outcome was merely a matter of time.
Yet heaven was fair. Even the most formidable, world-shaking figures had flaws and sometimes made mistakes without realizing it. That was what it meant to say no one was perfect. Zeng Mu