Gonzalez City was on the cusp of its grand ceremony.
But now, an abominable incident like the murder of an official from the Commissioner's Office had occurred.
Everton Davenport felt utterly humiliated.
Especially since countless pairs of eyes were watching.
An atmosphere that was originally joyful and auspicious instantly became incredibly tense.
The martial organizations didn't really care.
Whether Everton Davenport subjugated the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance or not was of little concern to them.
The North Sea disdained the mere scraps of energies within the martial world; their sights were set on the sects.
But now, the sect representatives who had come to offer congratulations all harbored their own hidden agendas.
They had come not only to probe the strength of the North Sea's power but also intended to establish good relations with it.
If the North Sea royal court was genuinely powerful, it would be wise for the sects to plan accordingly.
Before long,
