The Immortal Cauldron That Guards the World

From today on, I need no one's protection. I am the strongest beneath the Grandmasters. Zou Yu couldn't help feeling rather pleased with himself. A year ago, he had just arrived in this world, a frail scholar who couldn't even fight a chicken. Even the lowliest maid or servant in the Prince of Wuyang's residence had dared to bully him. Now he had risen to become the strongest beneath the Grandmasters, holding the twelfth seat in the Southern Garrison Army. He had seven or eight Martial Grandmasters and more than a dozen Great Martial Masters under his command. No faction in the world could afford to underestimate that kind of strength.