Tianyuan Command Room.
"Bang!"
Fu Qingtian slammed the table forcefully.
"Zhao Kunwu, that old bugger."
"Calm down."
Yuan Zhenchuan said calmly beside him, "He's just trying to annoy us. The winner of the King of the Century competition naturally gets to lead the Special Union Team. This is acknowledged by all nations. If Zhao Kunwu insists on the fact that Li Pin is a Martial God rather than a Martial Saint, it will only make the Dashang nation appear untrustworthy."
Mo Wangqing stood by his side.
He knew why his master was so angry.
Earlier, his master had proposed a six-nation conference to discuss the candidacy for the team leader. However, his proposal was thwarted by Zhao Kunwu from Dashang.
Although he knew that Dashang was being unreasonable, the interruption in the smooth running of affairs in Tianyuan in the past six months was certainly unwelcome.
