With victory won in the great battle in the Northern Plains, the Human Race Coalition Army and the beast army withdrew one after another, leaving only the cultivators of the Sword Sect, the Ice Forest Sect, and Mu Lan Pavilion, some two million in total.
"Hold the Northern Plains and await orders at all times!"
This was the instruction the Human Race Alliance sent Mu Bai after the battle.
"Brother Xiao Bai, what sort of damned Human Emperor is that Rao Lin? He says he is, so that makes him one? I could call you the Supreme of the Human Race, too. What right does he have to order you around?"
Xi Bazì and Sweet Potato Boy protested the injustice. In their eyes, Mu Bai possessed the bearing of a leader; he should have been the one whose single call drew a hundred responses, the one to accomplish great things.
"With the Origin Realm in turmoil, the Human Race needs such a figure to unite around. What people revere isn't any particular person, but the supreme glory of the Human Race. At a time like this, he must shoulder the title of Human Emperor."
Cutting off Xi Bazì and Sweet Potato Boy's repeated complaints, Mu Bai made up his mind. Since he had already stepped into this river of war, he would not merely survive in its waters-he would stir up waves that towered to the heavens.
Mu Bai immediately contacted True Person Chihuo. True Person Chihuo had long since learned that Mu Bai had led such a world-shaking battle in the Northern Plains and had already summoned the Northern Territory Sect's million cultivators. By now, they had set foot in the ice and snow of the Northern Plains and reached the foot of the Sword Sect's mountain.
Mu Bai