Hearing Tie Binghun's words, Duanmu Chun's mouth fell wide open. What the hell was all this supposed to mean?
The Qianwang Holy Tower was actually sending a message to someone like Tie Binghun, a man standing on Qianwang's opposite side, and it was even about some Qianwang Tenth Emperor duel?
But Sikong Jing's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he lightly nodded toward Tie Binghun.
"I already know about this."
"What Qianwang Holy Tower is plotting is exactly this: they want all the Emperors under heaven to fight over five Qianwang Tenth Emperor slots, giving every top-level Emperor in the world a chance to join Qianwang Holy Tower."
This time, Duanmu Chun finally understood, but he was immediately at a complete loss.
So Qianwang Holy Tower was changing its strategy—Qianwang's Ten Emperors would no longer be entirely made up of people from the Qianwang Holy Tower. Instead, they would split off five slots and let the powerhouses of the world fight for them...
"But why?"
