Long Aotian's voice was cold and resolute. "This time, I will personally lead the forces."
"I'll make that Yang Lingtian understand what true despair is."
"Pass down my orders. Three days from now, gather every expert in the sect at the Divine Sect Realm or above."
"Follow me and flatten the Chaos Sacred Sect."
Just as the Haolong Sect was sharpening its blades, preparing to launch a thunderous full-scale assault on the Chaos Sacred Sect—
Far away in the Azure Domain of East Continent, Yang Lingtian still knew nothing about it.
At that moment, he was enjoying the rare tranquility before the storm arrived.
In a picturesque pavilion in the rear courtyard of the Sect Master's Hall,
Yang Lingtian and Chen Yiyue sat nestled together.
They sipped fragrant tea and admired the beautiful lake and mountain scenery before them.
A gentle breeze brushed past, lifting the ends of their hair. The scene was tranquil and beautiful.
"Husband, what do you think the Haolong Sect will do next?"
Chen Yiyue leaned against Yang Lingtian's shoulder and asked softly.
Although she said nothing, she still harbored a trace of worry about this colossal force.
After all, it was a powerful faction that had been passed down for over ten million years and had a Divine Lord Ancestor presiding over it.
"What else can they do?"
Yang Lingtian took a sip of tea and spoke indifferently.
"There are only two paths."
"First, they could be frightened by our thunderous methods, temporarily lower their banners and beat a retreat, and dare not act rashly again."
"Second, they could become enraged from humiliation, tear off all pretense, and launch a massive invasion."
His voice was calm, as though he did not take the Haolong Sect to heart at all.
"Which path do you think they'll