This time, when they incorporate the grassland territories, each of their powers will have the opportunity to obtain a significant piece of land as their own fiefdom.
However, despite the vastness of these grasslands spanning millions of miles, only a few places truly catch the eye of these great powers.
"What, Mr. Xue, do you plan to be my neighbor?" Zhao Baiyang smiled at the corner of his mouth.
Xue Wuheng's face turned cold, he sneered, "As the leader of my cult, I'd like to keep as far away from you as possible so as not to be dragged into your mess."
Although they are referred to as the Demonic Cult, the cult has remained quite stable for several centuries, rarely causing disturbances in the world of martial arts.
But Zhao Baiyang is very different. Since his fame began, or rather since he made his debut, he has never been overcome by complacency, stirring up countless disputes within the martial arts community.
