"We need to prove to everyone that we possess enough power to deserve everything we now hold," the divine light flickered in Yu Xunya's eyes as he rose with his hand on his sword, repeating the statement.
He understood Qi Yuanjing's intention now, and so did the other officers present.
Their gazes turned towards Qi Yuanjing, who was speaking solemnly, and they couldn't help but feel nervous.
Indeed, the Great Ming Divine Dynasty seemed to be thriving more and more, but let alone comparing it to the immortal sects, it couldn't even surpass those ancient great powers.
But they had gained so much and attracted so much attention, especially now, in the face of such significant interests from the War of Sealing Gods. Could other forces really be willing to let them take away such enormous benefits?
