Li Guxian suddenly grew concerned about the situation between the Western Region and the territory of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain.
Wang Zhengyang made no attempt to conceal anything when he heard this and answered directly, "Ten Thousand Saints Mountain has already mobilized. Tens of millions of martial artists have gathered along the frontier. As long as the Western Region dares to act rashly, we'll make sure they come but never leave!"
Li Guxian shook her head and smiled. "Saint Son Wang Zhengyang still thinks too simply of the Western Region."
"Although the Western Region has been waging war year after year, consuming countless high-level martial artists, and the nations differ vastly in strength, they have survived years of warfare. They aren't without their advantages."
Li Guxian said to Wang Zhengyang, "The Western Region's method is 'nourishing war through war.' The soldiers who have survived thousands of battles, large and small, are far more powerful than ordinary martial artists."
"Although Ten Thousand Saints Mountain has gathered countless martial artists along the frontier, if the Western Region launches an all-out charge, I estimate that the tens of millions of martial artists at Ten Thousand Saints Mountain still won't be able to stop the Western Region's several million troops!"
Tens of millions unable to stop an army of several million—when Li Guxian said this, everyone was indeed stunned.
Wang Zhengyang felt that Li Guxian's analysis made sense. He did not grow angry, nor did he think she was looking down on the martial artists of Ten Thousand Saints Mountain's territory.
Instead, he humbly asked for her advice. "Then, according to Miss Li Guxian's view, if Ten Thousand Saints Mountain and the Western Region truly go to war, what should we do?"
Li Guxian chuckled. "It's actually very simple."
Wang Zhengyang's eyes lit up.