"Child's play?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Yan turned to look at Xu Heng, who was currently furious. He then chuckled and said in his usual low voice, "I don't think so. Anyway, I said that as long as Jiang Fengzi doesn't back down to me, I won't get a single soldier to help him. At worst, we'll all be finished."
Even if it meant risking offending the former head of the Great Thousand Pavilion, he was willing to make Jiang Fengzi pay the price.
"You, you really are..."
Xu Heng shook his head repeatedly, then took out a letter from his pocket, waved it vigorously in front of Qin Yan, and said, "This is a personal letter from Jiang Fengzi, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan. It just arrived. I was going to tell you, but who would have thought that I would be a step too late."
At first, Qin Yan was somewhat incredulous, but after seeing the unique seal of Jiang Fengzi, the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, on the letter and confirming that it was indeed true, he slowly opened it with great excitement.
As he read through line after line of text, his smile grew brighter and brighter, until finally it shone like a flower.
With final strokes, I, Jiang Fengzi, respectfully submit.
The term "paying homage" can be seen as a form of submission from a subordinate to a superior. The fact that Jiang Fengzi used this term at this moment indicates that he has truly yielded, or perhaps that the Dragon Clan has truly reached its end.
"Jiang Fengzi, Jiang Fengzi, when you were high above everyone else, did you ever imagine that one day you would be speaking to me in such a humble manner? Hahahaha..."
The joy in his heart flowed out like a surging river, and soon, every pore on his body expanded slightly, and a comfortable feeling spread throughout his body.
"Very well... Since you've begged me, I have no choice but to stand by. Men, pass on my orders: assemble the army."
"Too late." Xu Heng glared at Qin Yan with resentment, but considering that the latter was, after all, the ruler of a country and the actual controller of the vast Qin Domain, he had no choice but to withdraw his gaze.
After Qin Yan looked at him with suspicion, he continued, "Didn't you previously order the million-strong army of the Great Qin Domain to go into seclusion on the spot? Now they really are all in seclusion. It could take anywhere from ten days to half a month to several months or even several years. It's hard to say."
Xu Heng sighed deeply and said, "You were afraid that the Grand Master of the Great Thousand Pavilion would discover something was amiss, so you simply made the charade real. Alas..."
Qin Yan hadn't expected this at all; his face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he said coldly, "I...I...didn't think that much..."
Whether out of fear or nervousness, his tone of voice became noticeably more hesitant.
...
Ghost Valley
Inside the central cave, several stone chairs were placed. In the center, Tian Lu, dressed in jet-black demonic armor, sat quietly. Hearing the good news from the outside world, he was clearly in high spirits.
After the servant finished reporting, his gaze slowly shifted to Zhang Kui, who was sitting next to him in the chair and had presented the demon armor, and he asked, "Zhang Kui, what do you think?"
To some extent, Zhang Kui's cultivation level was not high, and he served as a staff officer in the demon army.
On the eve of the great battle, Tianlu first asked Zhang Kui for his opinion, which shows that he values him highly. He immediately stood up, bowed to the others, and then looked at Tianlu.
"I believe that at this moment, we should defend the base of the Netherworld Valley. There was a formation set up by the Dragon Clan here. At most, it will only take half a month for this place to be completely assimilated into the territory of our Demon Realm."
There was some truth to what he said, and everyone nodded in agreement.
However, there are naturally different opinions on this conservative style of play.
Peng Wu is naturally one of the representatives of this group.
He suddenly stood up, his massive body, as imposing as Mount Tai, swayed, and his eyes, like those of a jackal, shone with a chilling light.
"I do not agree with this statement."
For a fierce general like him, being stuck in this place and unable to have a satisfying battle is undoubtedly a great torment.
He took a few deep breaths and continued, "If we keep cowering like this, and don't win a few major battles, not to mention how we'll explain it to our ancestors, even our subordinates won't be satisfied."
"Lord Tianlu, this is your first time leading troops. Without military might, it will be difficult to command respect. Therefore, I believe that we should focus on fighting with unwavering spirit to inspire the soldiers' morale and strive to reach the Dragon Clan's lair."
Peng Wu is a staunch advocate of war.
He had been cooped up here for days and was already quite restless. Now that he finally had a chance to discuss matters, he naturally wanted to express his thoughts without hesitation.
"Absolutely not."
Zhang Kui's expression changed, and his voice became much more urgent.
His gaze immediately fell on Tianlu.
He already showed signs of nervousness.
"My lord, are you aware that Jing Mu, the master of the Great Thousand Pavilion, has emerged from seclusion?"
“Jing Mu?” Tian Lu vaguely remembered the name, but that was all.
After all, he was just a child in the era when Jing Mu was a powerful and influential figure.
"So what if he comes? If he dares to show his face, I'll smash him to death with a hammer."
Peng Wu grunted and exhaled two heavy breaths, then said.
Zhang Kui said, "Under Jing Mu's leadership, the Great Thousand Pavilion has gradually assumed its original responsibilities. Moreover, the more than one million allied troops from the Nine Provinces Continent have arrived at the border, while we only have a few hundred thousand. Not to mention the difference in numbers, we cannot afford to provoke a veteran powerhouse like Jing Mu unless the clan leader takes action personally."
"Do you mean we should just stay here?" Tianlu asked.
Zhang Kui nodded, his expression softening somewhat.
"That's right. As long as you hold your ground, this place will be completely assimilated by magic in ten days or half a month. At that time, you will only have merit and no fault. But if you rush forward and the army of the Great Thousand World seizes the opportunity to counterattack, losing this place will be a disaster for you."
His words were undeniably sincere and heartfelt.
Even if Tianlu was simple-minded and physically strong, he understood the meaning behind it at this moment, nodded sincerely, and said, "Okay, what you said makes sense, we'll listen to you over there."
He also reassured Peng Wu, "We understand Brother Peng's desire to make a name for himself, but the situation is pressing, so we have to ask you to make some sacrifices. But Brother Peng can rest assured that there will be a great battle in the future, and we hope that Brother Peng will give us his full support at that time."
Therefore, Peng Wu had no choice but to suppress his restless heart and force himself to calm down.
"Does anyone have any objections?"
Tian Lu looked around at everyone, which was considered a formality. After seeing that no one else had any objections, he immediately gave the orders as Zhang Kui had instructed.
As orders were issued, all the extraterrestrial demons who were planning to go out and cause trouble for the army of the Nine Provinces Continent stopped and were all on high alert in their camps.
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