"This is what it means for the tide to have turned."
At this moment, Zhou Ping'an gained a deeper understanding of public sentiment and Qi Fortune.
He thought to himself that unless absolutely necessary, he must never use this move.
Otherwise, if it fails to kill the enemy and exposes his weak point, it could lead to total ruin.
Of course, the best approach is to avoid losing the people's support and letting Qi Fortune leak away.
When fate turns against someone, all sorts of strange things occur.
Fortunately, by now, there was no one who dared to force him to use the Qi Fortune of the Three Provinces. His individual power alone was enough to suppress all enemies.
Of course, this was before the resurgence of the Spirit Tide.
The battle unfolding before him was as clear as lines on his palm in Zhou Ping'an's eyes.
He did not hesitate.
His figure transformed into a gentle breeze, weaving through the void, with sword light flashing six times in succession.
Puff, puff, puff...
