Qingran clenched his fists, resignation and viciousness churning in his eyes.
He knew full well that what Zhi Ming had said was their only path to survival.
Thirty-five great Confucian scholars had fallen. After this battle, the Confucian Sect would be reduced to a complete laughingstock.
If they stopped now, admitted defeat, and retreated, then within a few years, the Confucian Sect's accumulated prestige and orthodox legacy would utterly collapse, leaving it with nowhere to stand.
Now, only by seizing the Qi Yuan Civilization Legacy and using this supreme fortune to recast their literary lineage could they recover all their losses—and perhaps even raise the Confucian Sect to a higher level.
After a long silence, Qingran raised his hand and formed a Confucian Sect Communication Seal.
Brilliant righteous Dao resonance tore through the void and shot in succession toward the core sacred lands of the three great realms: Heaven Profound, Cangwu, and Spirit Firmament.
Every word of the message seemed written in tears of blood, reporting the tragic annihilation of the army in the Lower Realm.
Seeing this, a faint smile finally crossed Zhi Ming's gloomy face.
As long as those veteran great Confucian scholars from the Confucian Sect personally entered the fray, they would be fully capable of taking down Qin Guan in one stroke.
At that moment, Qingran suddenly looked at Zhi Ming and said gravely, "What about the Heaven's Will Merchant Association? In terms of connections, they are much stronger than us. It would be best to have them join in as well, in case anything unexpected happens!"
This defeat had come because they had gravely misjudged Qin Guan's strength and trump cards, causing them to suffer a disastrous loss.
Now, they knew nothing whatsoever about Qin Guan's origins.
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