Blue Wind Nation, Monarch Palace.

At the moment, Cang Wanhe’s face was flushed. With an absent-minded look in his eyes, his hands shivered violently… violently to the point where the entire table was faintly trembling too.

Just in a short quarter of an hour before, he had received sound transmitted and written profound messages from more than fifty thousand kilometers away, from Grand Asura Nation, Divine Incense Nation, Black Fiend Nation, Sunflower Dew Nation and Navy Tide ...