Mount Emei, Wushen Absolute Palace.
Jue Wushen smiled as he listened to his Ghost Fork Warriors report.
"Great Song's army was defeated? Great Ming has already annexed three hundred li of territory and thirty-two cities?"
"Hahaha! Faster than I expected. So, is Great Song preparing to move its capital?"
At this rate, Great Ming's army would surround the Great Song Capital within a day at most. Only by moving its capital immediately would Great Song have any hope of prolonging its last gasp.
Once Great Song moved its capital, it would lose the people's support. Then he could step forward to turn back the raging tide and accept the Great Song emperor's abdication with full legitimacy.
But before that, he still had some arrangements to make.
"Tian'er, notify the major sects. Prepare to hold the Great Song Martial Arts Conference and elect a Great Song Martial Arts Alliance Leader to uphold the state together!"
Did they even need an election to decide who that leader would be?
Most sects in the Great Song Jianghu were already under Wushen Absolute Palace's control. If anyone refused to accept it, they could settle things in the arena.
Not one of those sect leaders in the Great Song Jianghu could withstand a single exchange with him. They might not even measure up to his Ten High Ninjas and hundred-plus Elite Ghost Fork Ninjas.
Duan Lang stood to one side, his eyes flickering.
Jue Wushen actually wanted to become the Martial Arts Alliance Leader? What right did a foreigner like him have to lead the martial world of the Central Plains?
He could not defeat Jue Wushen, but that did not mean he truly intended to serve him loyally.
In his mind, Jue Wushen could never succeed, because Senior Lin Lang was here.
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