"Ling Feng, just you wait! The Royal Sword Team's final challenge will be your death sentence!"  1

Yan Jinghong clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles had gone pale, his teeth grinding audibly. The sheer number of powerful factions that had appeared far surpassed his expectations.0

Generals, grand commandants, princes, Tianmeng...  0

These were colossal entities—forces so immense that even the Yan Family of Eastern Capital, his own backing, wouldn't dare provoke them.  0

"Take care, I won't see you out."  0

Ling Feng arched an eyebrow, utterly indifferent to Yan Jinghong's threat. There were still three months until the Royal Sword Team's final challenge. Three months...0