The Central Plains King had patience, constancy, and, above all, perseverance.
He prided himself on being able to wait and afford the price.
To achieve this goal of his, he could keep throwing out peripheral forces year after year to draw attention, thereby creating room and leeway for these people to keep growing.
He had been doing this for many, many years.
In fact, the hidden threads he had laid extended far beyond the ten people here. Over all these years, quite a few of his illegitimate sons and adopted sons had entered the army. Many had even returned after burnishing their credentials in the military and now occupied important posts.
This was where his true confidence lay.
But today's inspection had brutally shattered it all!
When it was only the first two, the Central Plains King could still keep his composure.
But when all ten were brought out, including the three illegitimate sons he had believed were the most deeply concealed, and brutally killed before his very eyes in public under the guise of sparring, the Central Plains King knew clearly.
It was over!
Because, at present, he had only ten people planted and enrolled at Hidden Dragon High Martial.
And every last one of those ten now lay dead on the spot!
Right before him!
These were all the flesh of the Central Plains King's heart!
Right before him, they were killed, blade by blade!
Every death pierced him to the heart.
They pinned him here and made him watch helplessly as his own sons were killed, one after another!
This method was cruel to the extreme!
But he could not move!
And the fact that the three armies' Marshals had come together to take part in this farce personally carried another meaning: all the people he had