"Father, do you truly believe I can suppress all enemies? That others should fear me, and I need fear no one?" Murong Ziqi asked solemnly, looking earnestly at Murong Guangfu.
I used to be so confident in myself. But the Qin Corporation, merely one of the top companies in the South and not even number one in the Dragon Country, has eluded my grasp for so long. Murong Ziqi's confidence was severely shaken by this failure.
Murong Guangfu knew he had to restore his son's confidence. It was a father's duty. Although he was also curious how Wu Tian had the connections to invite people like Cui Chong and Zheng Tianshi, he still said, "Ziqi, you must understand one thing. In the Martial Arts World, among the Martial Sects and the Five Surnames and Seven Families, who reigns supreme?"
Without the slightest hesitation, Murong Ziqi uttered two words: "The Sword Emperor."
Once the Sword Emperor appears, all swords bow in submission. This was no empty saying.
