"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what should we do next? The War God Palace has already set its sights on us." Man Tong asked Jiang Chen.
Now that they had safely returned to their own territory, it was time to discuss how to face the situation ahead.
Man Tong was also helpless. They were now tied to Jiang Chen.
They could only find a way to deal with the War God Palace.
"Given the War God Palace's way of doing things, with your Barbarian Race together with me, they probably already regard you as my accomplices. Are you willing to sit around and await death, or will you resist?" Jiang Chen asked.
If they surrendered, the War God Palace would probably slaughter all the members of the Barbarian Race. Letting the people of the War God Palace decide whether they lived or died would be extremely unwise—it would be walking straight into death.
The War God Palace's style of doing things also displeased Man Tong and the others. Earlier, after the people of Man Bian's clan had lost their value, the War God Palace had shown them not the slightest concern.
In fact, over the years, the War God Palace had accumulated quite a lot of bad publicity. It was only because its strength was formidable and no one could do anything about it that people merely discussed it in secret.
If anyone discussed it openly and was overheard by the War God Palace, they would definitely settle the score.
"Our Barbarian Race isn't afraid of death. If they dare attack us, we'll meet them head-on. Otherwise, would they really think our Barbarian Race is easy to bully? Fellow Daoist Jiang, we're tied together now." Man Tong said.
"Good. Since we're together, we must prepare to face the War God Palace's retaliation.