Chapter Three Hundred Eighty-Six: Morale

“Elder Tang speaks truly.” Tang Bin smiled and nodded, seemingly in agreement with Tang Gaomin’s words.

For them, only martial artists nurtured by their own clan could be trusted. Whether it was wandering martial artists gathered from outside or captive battle slaves, all needed to pass strict tests to gain their trust, which Gong Zheng evidently hadn’ t reached.

Seeing that the two of them had reached an agreement, Tang Zhi didn’t wish to express more opinions and suggested: “Let’s continue discussing our evacuation plan.”

“Hold on, Clan Leader.” But sometimes you might not want to talk, yet couldn’t prevent others from showing interest. Sensing Tang Zhi’s tone, Tang Gaomin’s interest was piqued: “What’s your take on this matter? If it were you, would you treat Gong Zheng or replace him?”

Faced with their curiosity, Tang Zhi gave a wry smile, but still easily answered: “In ordinary circumstances, I would also agree with the Sixth Elder’s actions.” “And now?”

“War is imminent, and morale is paramount. If thirty million can buy a soldier to fight with their life, Tang Luo has done very well.”

At Tang Zhi’s words, both of them startled. Tang Gaomin thought about the proud and invigorated warriors he just saw in the medical clinic and seemed thoughtful.

August 1st, Jianglin.

As the biggest spectacle of the year, the duelling invitation between Xiao Zheng and Michu over a painting had already been listed by the people of Xiling as an event not to be missed. On this day, virtually all of the town’s young masters brought their families to the mountains around Jianglin. Even though a big battle had recently turned the valley into an abyss, it did not dampen their enthusiasm. Jianglin’s trees were filled with people, everyone craning their necks to get a good view of an exciting event.

weapons and spilled blood – for those who’ve lived a good life, sometimes

standing behind Xiao Zheng excited the crowd to the point of

before Xu Laoying’s dominance of Xiling, people only knew the difference between the summit of the Mortal Realm and the unity of spirit and intent, then after his departure, the

the Mortal Realm, the difference in combat power could be immense. Fortunately, after the arena’s examination, they had found

true strength. This kind of crude ranking system may

no one has challenged a Thousand-Swords Fighter but a few Hundred-Swords Fighters had accepted countless challenges within just a month. Many

who didn’t participate in the arena but also the hundred or so Nine-Swords Fighters launched bold challenges toward the four Hundred-Swords Fighters. The reason was simple. They were also losers, then why did their titles sound ten

have a fight and see if they really deserve their titles

peak of the Mortal Realm, with the unity of spirit and intent, challenging each other became the heart of last month’s liveliest event in Xiling. As for those crudely divided

or Nine-Swords Fighters, during their matches with Xu Laoying, their performances in the arena were all more or less the same, which might produce a strange feeling that anyone else could have done the same. Only when they actually fought martial artists of the same level, did

artists who struggled helplessly on the stage had such exquisite skills that were mind-blowing.

Swords Fighters. And what excited the spectators even more was that they could see three of these pursued

and “Soul Breaking

three had come to support Xiao Zheng. The spectators had initially thought that the duel between Xiao Zheng and Michu would be a one-sided crush. But now, it seemed, not only

an angry expression standing side by side with

artist who could produce such paintings. But when they arrived at Fengqing Alley, all they saw was the hole melted by the Combined Attack Technique at the courtyard door, and the courtyard scattered with debris. Mi Bai was gone, the child was gone,

Michu, no one else would even

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