Amidst the thunderous, unified shouts, an unprecedented feeling arose in his heart.
It wasn't a bad feeling.
A slight smile touched the corners of his mouth. At the same time, amidst the cheers, the Qi and Blood in his body began to circulate on their own, and his Spirit surged with them.
That long-lost palpitation throbbed in his chest. It seemed that the remnant will of Zhao Qi had integrated with him a little more, leaving only the final sliver behind.
"See that? I can do everything you couldn't."
Zhao Xuanqi's expression was calm as he muttered to himself under his breath.
Meanwhile, amidst the unified cheers, the expressions of the leaders from the major factions varied.
This was the last thing they wanted to see. With public opinion rallying around a single individual and the Martial Arts Association, what position did that leave the eight great Warlords in?
No matter who it was, or which faction, once such a trend began to sprout, it had to be suppressed.
