Golden light and streaming clouds stirred the soaring winds; ten thousand miles of purple Qi shook the mystic capital

Wang Chong was still sulking when Gao Gun leaped up again and called out, "The second matter I wish to raise is the nomination of Mi Jixiang, holy maiden of the Great Asura Sect, as the next Great Chieftain of the Nine-Bend Alliance."

No sooner had Gao Gun finished than a Divine General from the Yuezhi Tribe stood up, his fury surging like a tide, and cursed, "The Great Asura Sect has no such holy maiden!"

Wang Chong naturally had to back his teacher. He shouted, "Anyone who objects may come onto the stone platform and settle it through combat!"

The Yuezhi Tribe's Divine General looked livid. He had seen Mi Jixiang sweep through countless opponents; how could he dare challenge her? Of the Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands, only the White Camel Tribe and the Yuezhi Tribe now worshipped the Great Asura Sect. The Yuezhi tribespeople had always considered the White Camel Tribe's faith unorthodox, but, for one thing, the two tribes were extremely far apart, separated by the grazing lands of seven or eight tribes. For another, the Yuezhi Tribe was far too weak. Even with the resources of the entire tribe, they had failed to nurture a single Innate Realm expert. No matter how many times they raised their voices, no one ever cared to listen. He was not afraid to throw his life away, but he knew that if he stepped onto the stone platform to face Mi Jixiang now, he would likely fall in a single move, leaving the Yuezhi Tribe with no one.

Wang Chong glanced at the Yuezhi Tribe, then paid them no further attention and shouted, "The Shangtuo Tribe supports Mi Jixiang as Great Chieftain of the Nine-Bend Alliance."

By now, quite a few tribes could see that the Shangtuo Tribe and