The East, outside Celestial Wu City.
Dark clouds pressed down on the city, revealing a towering military array. As far as the eye could see, there was a sea of people, a forest of blades and spears. At their head was a man of heroic and martial bearing.
The Southern King, Wu Taian.
From receiving the urgent message from Young Protector Li Taian to leading his troops in a swift march to Celestial Wu City, Wu Taian's mood could only be described as elated.
But he hid these feelings deep in his heart, putting on a pained and sorrowful expression. His Divine Sense swept over Celestial Wu City—a chaotic mess from the fighting tournament, yet paradoxically teeming with life and fierce competition. He couldn't help but sigh, then clapped his hands together forcefully.
"Damn it, how did the Dao Court come to this!"
Even as he feigned outrage, Wu Taian thought to himself:
'Keep it up! Keep fighting!'
