He Qingcang looked at the latest battle report that had spread through the camp, and his old face showed a level of shock never seen before.
The Black Bamboo Sacred Lord—what kind of figure was that?
A mighty expert at the Dao Integration Peak Stage!
Return to Void True Lords were hardly cabbages growing by the roadside either!
The force led by Ji Taichang had only a Return to Void Peak cultivator as its strongest fighter. More than fifty people moving with such fanfare could not possibly have escaped the other side's notice.
And now they were saying there had not been a single casualty, yet they had sunk one of the enemy's Cloud Boats and slain a True Lord?
Not only did He Qingcang refuse to believe it, even Jiang Jingyi was somewhat stunned.
Before absolute strength, any trick could only be called petty cleverness.
Yet the battle report had come in so bright and shiny!
Lin Heng lounged in a rocking chair, feather fan in hand, looking as though he had strategized within his tent and secured victory a thousand miles away. It was as if none of this had surprised him in the slightest.
Murong Ziyan snatched the battle report map and studied it. Seeing that he remained silent for so long, she finally could not hold back. "Hey! All of us are waiting for you to explain, and you're still putting on airs... You must be secretly thrilled, aren't you?!"
Seeing that she was getting anxious, Lin Heng immediately straightened up. His lips curled upward, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and he said with a grin, "Thrilled? Of course I'm thrilled! It means the story of 'The Boy Who Cried Wolf' worked!"
"Before we left the town, I privately sought out Clan Head Ji and the