"Forget it!"
Seeing Ye Chen tempted, Ye Long began provoking him again. "You may have more than a hundred thousand troops at your disposal, but you have far too few experts. Even if Long Aotian has moved most of his elites elsewhere, you might manage to lead your army around behind him, but you still wouldn't be able to defeat the God of War Hall's defenders."
"That's true..."
Ye Chen knew how risky this move was, but he also knew that the greater the risk, the greater the reward.
His current situation was especially dire. Not only did he urgently need to prove his abilities to the upper echelons of the Immortal Alliance, he also needed a windfall to repay the Fifth Elder.
Because he had signed a Great Dao contract, there was no way he could renege on the debt.
So Ye Long's suggestion was like a seed that had already sunk deep roots in his heart.
"Ye Chen, don't do anything stupid!"
Ye Long hurriedly tried to dissuade him, while also rubbing salt in the wound. "Not everyone can compare to that monster Qin Feng. He dared to venture deep into enemy territory and launch a surprise attack with only a thousand cavalrymen!"
"Qin Feng!"
The moment Ye Chen heard Qin Feng's name, his fists clenched.
Back in the Ancient Wasteland of the Lower Realm, everyone knew his title as the War God. Just hearing his name was enough to send shock waves through the courts and common people of the two great dynasties. The hundreds of thousands of Northern Border Army troops under his command had also struck fear into the many forces of the Ancient Wasteland.
But just as he was basking in his success, Qin Feng appeared out of nowhere at the age of fifteen