"The Military Leader has slain an Eight Realms powerhouse?"
Di Jialou, who was tempering himself among mortals, froze upon hearing this news. He chased tirelessly, not daring to slack even a moment, yet he had only just reached the Peak of Sixth Realm. To reach Seventh Realm, he'd need at least another ten years.
"My father still wants me to learn from the Land Army Master?"
How the hell am I supposed to learn that?
...
Tianxia.
The Elder Council.
Now, Tianxia already had 56 powerhouses of the Seventh Realm. Excluding those roaming the Three Thousand Realms or fighting on Mystic Sky, there were sixteen still guarding Xia Star.
The leader was, of course, Lu Chenzhou's clone.
All these years, the clone hadn't been idle either. Relying on the hefty salary from the Elder Council, he constantly swallowed Primordial Stones to advance, now already with Peak Seventh Realm strength.
He still looked like a youth, though.
This day.
