Father and Son Break Ties

Jiang Ziya coldly overlooked the battle. Seeing that victory and defeat had already become clear, he quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Deng Zhong and Xin Huan's combat power was nearly spent, their openings everywhere. Their defeat was only moments away. This contest of generals was already securely in Western Qi's grasp.

Yet when his gaze swept toward Yin Shang's central army and landed on Wenzhong, who sat calmly atop his qilin, an inexplicable heaviness settled in his heart, and a piercing unease quietly took root.

Any ordinary commander, seeing his beloved generals steadily losing ground and caught in peril, would surely be frantic with worry and rush to their aid.

But Wenzhong sat before the formation, his brows and eyes composed, without the slightest trace of anxiety or anger. Instead, he seemed faintly possessed of the certainty of one who had everything under control.

"His two generals are about to be defeated and perish, yet the Grand Preceptor is as steady as Mount Tai, not the least bit anxious..." Jiang Ziya frowned slightly, doubts swirling through his heart. "Could it be that he has long concealed a backup plan—some other killing trump card he has yet to use?"

The feeling only grew stronger, tightening his previously settled nerves once more.

As Jiang Ziya pondered in silence, a steady figure slowly stepped forth from the Yin Shang camp.

The newcomer was a middle-aged man in azure robes, his features solemn and his bearing grave.

The instant this man appeared, Nezha, Jin Zha, and Mu Zha, who were locked in fierce battle, all suddenly froze. The magic around them grew sluggish, and the edge of spear and gleam of sword stalled slightly.

That fleeting opening gave Deng Zhong and Xin Huan, who had been on the verge of defeat, a