Si Peng's words made sense as well. The victor had yet to be decided, yet they were already talking about sparing the other side and subduing them. That was indeed overly idealistic.
"No, I think Lu Yang's words suit me just fine. Once Su Tianwang succeeds, Xiang Qing and the others will be nothing but clay chickens and pottery dogs, shattered with a flick of the finger. Even sparing their lives would be no great matter.
"Most importantly, the Divine Might Army cannot fall into disorder. Keeping them alive will allow for a faster, steadier transfer of military authority. That will greatly benefit us."
Though Mo Li had many shortcomings in temperament and character, there was nothing to fault in his abilities, and his knowledge and experience were not lacking either.
Just then, a light, slightly hoarse and deep voice, rich with magnetism and charm, drifted over.
"If I succeed today, I can naturally spare their lives at leisure and preserve the Divine Might Army's vitality. If I fail, then there will be no room to consider anything else. I need only fight the enemy with all my strength."
As the words fell, a figure appeared before them. It was Su Tianwang, Su Hongtu, who had not shown himself since arriving yesterday.
His appearance and build suited the nickname Heavenly King well—brawny and fierce, with a broad lionlike mouth, a wide nose, and commanding features.
Though he was rather old, likely forty or even older, the dense majesty and vast aura around him swept away all traces of decline. Instead, he carried the fierce presence of a man at the height of his prime.
Of course, that was merely what appeared on the surface. What Meng Zhao saw through the Emperor's Qi Gazing Technique was far more.
In his eyes,