Combat was never Zhang Yang's forte.
Whether it was two people fighting each other or one group fighting another.
Sometimes, even when a whole group ganged up on one person—he still wasn't very reliable.
But Zhang Yang possessed one incomparably precious, awe-inspiring (or hair-raising) virtue: he knew his own limitations.
So from the moment he decided to take down the Ancient God Li Meng, he had been considering how to make arrangements on the strategic level.
For that purpose, on one hand, he decisively used the Boat of Death to summon reinforcements from his old base; on the other, he used the Dream Root to retrieve Qu Shang's true spirit.
On one hand, he used the Sword Dao Law to save Qu Shang's body; on the other, he simply found himself a free tactical commander.
People usually believed that free meant the worst, but when it came to a certain little cousin, the exact opposite was true.
In fact, Zhang Yang's side was not lacking tactical commanders.
Whether it was the four Law Heavenly Gods among the first-generation disciples, or other Law Demigods such as Jiang Rong, Wu County, and He Yimou, even the second- and third-generation disciples had no shortage of experts in battlefield reactions and tactical command. Some were even exceptionally outstanding.
Unfortunately, in front of his little cousin—the one who was big-brained, reckless, muddleheaded, treacherous, and slippery as a rolling cleaver—not one of them was worth mentioning.
This really wasn't Zhang Yang showing favoritism. He had very much wanted to be selfless enough to execute his own kin—but there was no helping it. Qu Shang and the others simply had not experienced enough battles, especially battles against Ancient God-level opponents.
As for his little cousin, although he had come from the Fifth Sequence, the number of battles