"Clan Head, this matter must not be rushed."
Li Xuanxian said urgently.
Li Xinge raised his eyes.
"Your reason."
Li Xuanxian trembled.
"The Clan Head's divine might overshadows the world; no one under heaven can match you. I have not the slightest doubt about that."
"However, two fists cannot defeat four hands."
"Great Zhou has stood for six thousand years."
"Over these six thousand years, the strength the Jiang Family has hidden in the shadows is far greater than what it has shown in the open."
"Clan Head..."
Li Xuanxian drew a deep breath.
His tone was incomparably grave.
"Our branch has dealt with the Jiang Clan for six thousand years. We know them fairly well."
"I cannot speak of anything else, but there are at least three Half-Saints in the Jiang Clan who may still be able to move."
As soon as those words fell.
The Great Elder beside them could not help but suck in a cold breath.
At least three Half-Saints?
What a staggering force that was!
One had to know that the Half-Saints openly known to exist on both the northern and southern sides of Great Zhou did not even add up to a handful.
"And as for the Divine Mansion Realm..."
Li Xuanxian paused.
As though calculating.
"The Divine Mansion Realm experts under the Jiang Clan should number no fewer than ten."
"If the Northern Aristocratic Coalition gathers its forces, it can bring out more than forty."
"That makes over fifty Divine Mansion Realm experts."
"And on the Clan Head's side..."
Li Xuanxian hesitated.
Li Xinge knew what he wanted to say.
Over the past several thousand years.
The south had always been suppressed by the north.
Its strength was far inferior to the north's.
Even after integrating the demonic path, the Four Seas Alliance,