If it were in the past, when Wu Tian claimed he could sweep across the globe within a month—and that thereafter, wherever the sun and moon shone and the Jianghu reached, all would be Han territory—the world would have deemed it impossible.
But things were different now. Wu Tian's title as the Martial God was as unshakable as Mount Tai. He seemed to be the very embodiment of invincibility, and many believed he could achieve what no one in history ever had.
Now, inside the Coalition Building, the monarchs were in a heated discussion. They were deliberating the very thing Wu Tian had proclaimed: the conquest of the globe within a month.
"Monarch of Law, this is all your doing," the Monarch of the Ouba Dynasty suggested. "You should go before that Martial God and commit suicide as an apology. Don't drag the rest of us down with you."
The other monarchs nodded. "I believe this is our only option!" the Monarch of the Iron Wolf Dynasty declared coldly.
