Zhao Jundu finally turned around and sized Song Zining up from head to toe.

This seventh young master had never given him a reliable impression. He found the mere sight of the man annoying, especially after the Song clan’s successor examinations. Even though they had no choice but to work together sometimes because of Qianye, the air had always been filled with the scent of gunpowder. Thinking back, however, this young strategist god had never spoken empty words nor had he formally asked for help.

At the thought of this, Zhao Jundu’s expression relaxed a bit. “What help do you need? Speak.”

“You guys have all crossed the divine champion threshold, so I’m feeling a bit itchy inside. I’ve been calculating my fate, and it’s about time for me to shine. So, I came here.”

Zhao Jundu didn’t even bother to smile after hearing Song Zining’s frivolous words. “Men, drive this swindler away!”

Two guards moved in from the side, ready to seize the target.

Song Zining called out, “Wait, wait! I’m here to fight!”

“I know that, why else would you be here? Speak seriously or I’ll forbid you from appearing within...