“Senior Sun God… we look to you for this battle!” Supreme Zhang nodded at the man.0

The Sun God lifted his head and looked at the supreme, then at the big cat overhead.0

“Flaming Sun is strong enough,” he chuckled. “It has a seventh rank master and peak seventh rank battle strength! It will be hard to break through their defenses. But you and Big Cat together… that should be enough.”0

“The senior jests,” sighed the supreme. “We can borrow strength from Fang Ping, but he might be in danger at the moment himself. Once we pull from him, he’ll be doomed!”0

The Sun God chuckled merrily and didn’t say a word. Zhang Tao, the Martial King, Supreme Zhang…0

This was how this guy always was. He was an irritating sight, but… Forget it, the Sun God decided not to argue. It wasn’t like the supreme ever spoke a word of truth, anyhow.1

Those of New Martial didn’t understand him, much less his enemies. It was how New Martial had made it so far. Who knew how many trump cards he had up his sleeve? The supreme was the true emperor of New Martial!0

He was strong when the people were strong. New Martial had accumulated so much strength over a thousand...0