The Great Hall of the Royal Palace, ruins and rubble, smoke and dust pervade.
Wang Chengze leaned on the Snow Shattering Spear against the ground, the spear still buzzing and trembling, like an injured silver dragon growling lowly.
He raised his hand to wipe away the bloodline winding at the corner of his lips, bright red and glaring.
Nine Divine Aspects encircled the surroundings: some violent like thunder, some resplendent like holy light, some chilling like ice—casting the Great Hall as though the Divine Court had descended.
Wang Chengze knew well that fighting hard against nine princes offered no chance of victory; he could only rely on [Reversing Fate] to stall and wait for reinforcements.
Therefore, after blocking the first round of attacks, he did not counterattack but adopted defensive tactics.
Though unable to kill Wang Chengze at the outset, the nine princes did not intend to give up.
