Before Sishui Pass
The night was as black as ink, with sparse stars scattered across the sky.
Wen Zhong stood before the camp gate, divine light flickering within his three eyes.
He gazed at the Western Qi camp in the distance, at Jiang Ziya's command banner, while thoughts churned within him.
The Vice Sect Master wanted to kill Hongjun, destroy the Investiture of the Gods List, and defy Heavenly Dao's Predetermined Number.
What audacity was this?
What courage was this?
What grandeur was this?
Wen Zhong took a deep breath and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart.
He turned and looked at Shen Gongbao.
"Shen Gongbao."
"Pass down the order. At dawn tomorrow, the entire army will attack."
Shen Gongbao froze.
"Grand Preceptor, Western Qi has Chan Sect Golden Immortals protecting it, and Jiang Ziya commands the Investiture of the Gods List."
"Although our army has the help of Interception Sect senior brothers, Western Qi is not weak either."
"If we attack rashly, something unexpected may happen."
Wen Zhong looked at him, light flickering in his three eyes.
"Something unexpected?"
"This Grand Preceptor can wait no longer."
"The Vice Sect Master is on Golden Ao Island, planning with Empress Houtu to surround and kill Hongjun."
"How can we sit idly by at Sishui Pass?"
"Even if we cannot help the Vice Sect Master kill his enemies, we must still fight this battle well."
"Let Western Qi know that the Shang Dynasty is not to be bullied."
"Let the Chan Sect know that the Interception Sect is not to be provoked."
"Let Hongjun know that even if he personally takes action, he will never shake the foundations of the Interception Sect."
As his words fell, Shen Gongbao shuddered all over.
He looked at Wen Zhong, at that resolute face that