Holy crap!

Wen Zhong felt as if he had been struck squarely on the head, and snapped awake. The old grand tutor, seasoned by countless battlefields, had his eyes fly wide open. He snatched up the blood letter from the table, his gaze locking onto it once more.

In that instant, disbelief and a trace of lingering fear flashed through his eyes.

"Luring the tiger from the mountain... no, this is catching a turtle in a jar!" Wen Zhong sucked in a cold breath, his voice urgent. "This is not a plan to defend the city at all. It is clearly a net of extinction laid by Xi Qi, a death trap prepared specifically for the Marquis of the North!"

The great hall fell into dead silence.

Duobao Daoist's gaze stayed fixed on Nezha, who stood on the Wind Fire Wheels with the Fire-Tipped Spear in hand, and the corner of his eye twitched uncontrollably.

As the First Disciple of the Jie Sect, he had seen countless prodigies of extraordinary origin in the Dao, but the innate spiritual charm radiating from the child before him, along with that fearless, murderous Baleful Intent, all showed that he was a vanguard of the killing tribulation, nurtured by heaven and earth.

By rights, an uncarved jade of such aptitude should long ago have been snatched away by those Chan Sect Golden Immortals who claimed to follow the will of Heaven, to serve as a chess piece in taking on the tribulation.

Yet now, he had actually become the vanguard general of the western campaign?

The Human King... actually possessed such power to seize the fortune of heaven and earth?

Di Xin had not only failed to become a muddleheaded tyrant as foretold by the heavenly count, but had instead secretly subdued such a peerless baleful