King Chonghou's eyes were sharp, as if stars revolved and the cosmos shifted between light and dark within them.
"The Manghuang Race merely benefits from favorable timing and terrain. To reach the pinnacle in this world, one must ultimately win the hearts of the people. They do not comprehend the will of the heavens, nor the cycles of prosperity and decline. They are nothing to be feared."
King Chonghou declared with arrogance.
Mo Wuji bowed and praised, "Marquis King, your might is on par with creation itself. The Manghuang Barbarians are but a trifling ailment, easily swept aside. It's just…"
"Just what?"
"It's just that the Great Zhou is menacingly powerful, and several Manghuang tribes have already pledged their allegiance to them. I fear the world's political landscape is on the verge of a major shift."
