The Mighty Yang Jian

After Golden Spirit left, Di Xin stood alone in the hall.

The warmth from moments ago faded, and his gaze grew calm once more.

The situation at Chong City could not be allowed to fall into disorder.

On the Chan Sect's side, since Shen Gongbao had already returned to the mountain to ask for help, True Lord Qingxu was bound to be only the beginning.

If they revealed all their strength right from the start, they would instead frighten the Chan Sect into retreating back to Kunlun.

What Di Xin wanted was not to beat back one or two Golden Immortals.

What he wanted was to make the Chan Sect keep adding fuel.

If one came, they would eat one.

If two came, they would eat the pair.

He lifted a hand and pointed, his Divine Sense crossing ten thousand li and transmitting directly toward the great camp at Chong City.

"Wen Zhong."

Far away in Chong City, Grand Tutor Wen was inside the Commander's Tent reviewing military reports when Di Xin's voice suddenly sounded by his ear. He immediately cupped his hands solemnly.

"Your Majesty."

Di Xin's voice came calmly:

"Next, the Chan Sect will certainly continue asking people to descend the mountain."

"Remember this. Do not reveal all of our strength from the very beginning."

"No matter who the Chan Sect sends, our side only needs to keep one head above them."

"If he asks for one Golden Immortal, then have someone just strong enough to defeat him step forward."

"If he asks again, you add another."

"You must make them feel that they are only a little short of turning the tables."

"Do you understand?"

Wen Zhong was first startled, then a brilliant light flared in his eyes.

He understood Di Xin's meaning all too well.

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