1179: Chapter 381: Once Seen in the Annals of History, Forever Unchanged (10,000 Monthly Tickets)_4 1179: Chapter 381: Once Seen in the Annals of History, Forever Unchanged (10,000 Monthly Tickets)_4 At the eastern entrance, an old man clad in lavish sacrificial robes of gold and blue stood, unbeknownst to all when he had arrived.
Priest Namo Duo of Mugu, wearing the golden crown!
There he stood, his eyes slightly downcast, appearing as a decrepit elder bereft of strength, hardly resembling the one who had just uttered such domineering words.
Present at the scene was Dream Endless, the Vice Minister of Sheng Country.
Given the mont, he could not afford to remain silent, even if he faced a formidable nation of the world.
With a grand sweep of his robe, he stood up in the stands and addressed Namo Duo, “Honorable Priest with the golden crown, I am Dream Endless, for your acknowledgent – Sheng Country might border Mu, but Mugu borders Sheng too!”
Du Ruhui, seated beside Dream Endless, couldn’t help but narrow his gaze.
Sheng Country truly held its ground firmly.
Worthy of being the premier vassal state, it was the only nation bold enough to engage in large-scale warfare with Mugu.
Any other state, regardless of national pride at stake, would never dare to respond in such a manner.
For a power like the Shepherd Empire to promise your obliteration is to genuinely an it, not rely to boast.
“Well spoken,” remarked Namo Duo as he slightly lifted his eyelids and abruptly spread his arms wide, bathed in divine radiance.
From a feeble old man, he transford into a priest of godly brilliance, his voice resonating with newfound majesty.
His eyes, brimming with golden light, focused on Dream Endless, “Beneath the radiance of the God of Cangtu, the vast grasslands of our great Mugu welco the valiant sons of Sheng Country to gallop freely!”
“Everyone, please!” Xian Nankui lightly pressed his hands together and said with a self-directed laugh, “It appears I misspoke, and for that, I apologize to everyone.
I ant but to convey friendliness, without ulterior motives.
There’s no need for such sensitivity.
The Yellow River Gathering is a grand event of the world; it does no one decorum to stand at such tense odds here.”
“If you cannot win, just say so.
If you are lacking in numbers, just admit it,” intoned a ghostly voice.
All eyes followed the voice to find a robust middle-aged man with an ancient visage, dressed in light armor, seated behind Yellow Sheri.
His gaze fixed on Xian Nankui, he declared, “All this fluster without substance, how uninteresting!”
Given his seating behind Yellow Sheri and the way he addressed Xian Nankui, it was evident that he was none other than Xiahou Lie, the Great Commander of the Valiant Cavalry of Jingguo!
Xian Nankui watched him quietly for a mont.
Equally nonchalant, Xiahou Lie locked eyes with Xian Nankui and even continued, “Jinguo is so magnanimous, perhaps in the next edition or in every subsequent gathering, you might as well forfeit, hmm?”
Indeed, Jinguo might be known as the mightiest in the world, dominating the Central Region and eyeing the Son of Heaven’s realm, but faced with warfare, a Military Court Empire like Da Jing, devoted entirely to combat, would not recoil from anyone.
This was also a probe.
Jinguo’s elite competitor withdrawing from the competition surely had its reasons.
If these underlying reasons were to be laid bare before the public, it could largely explain the state of affairs within Jinguo.
Among the six strongest powers of the world, who wouldn’t be interested in the state of Jingguo?
Even among the sect vassal states, wouldn’t so aspire to supplant and beco the leading sect country?
Like Sheng Country, the first among the vassal states, which has always been obedient, contrite, and hard-working.
But what lies in their true hearts?
Are they content forever being Jinguo’s dagger, or do they yearn to be the ones wielding it?
Based on Sheng Country’s own interests, are they truly willing to engage in tough battles with powerhouses like Mugu?
This is an underlying national interest, independent of anyone’s volition.
Rather, it manipulates the currents of those wills.
At this mont, Namo Duo remained silent, Cao Jie indifferent as an observer.
No one else felt the conviction to speak, nor did they wish to interject.
In the end, it was Xian Nankui who managed a smile, his date-red face barely revealing any expression.
Turning back, his gaze swept across Namo Duo and Cao Jie: “One elite competitor, gentlen, you take it too seriously.
Allow then to phrase it differently.
Jinguo voluntarily withdraws from this Inner Court’s main competition of the Yellow River Gathering, affording an opportunity to the nations that lay beyond the so-called six strongest.
As for this additional spot in the main event, I believe it would be fitting for the elite competitor Bai Yuxia of Yue Country.
What do my fellow gentlen think?”
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PS: The death of a Duke is called ‘hong’.
The death of the Son of Heaven is terd as ‘beng’.
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