「The second day after the fall of Pingliang City.」
News spread through multiple channels, causing a sensation throughout the entire Southern Border and even reaching the Central Plains.
The name Wu Dao.
For the first time, it was a topic of grave discussion among the greatest powers in Dali.
"Father! Wu Dao, I swear I'll kill you..."
Within the Vast Qi Dao Alliance—a pillar of the Royalist Faction, headquartered in one of the Five Peaks of the Southern Border—someone gritted their teeth and tore a portrait of Wu Dao to shreds.
"Not yet thirty, a Celestial Treasure Master, Second Floor of Fist Intent, and a master of the Horizontal Refining Fifth Door... What a fine talent indeed..."
On the summit of Wuliang Mountain, within the greater Martial King Mountain range, an old man whose back seemed to hold up the heavens clicked his tongue in amazement, his eyes filled with admiration.
