Xianyang's Extreme Worry Discusses Reinforcements, Military Report Flies In, Dispelling Doubts

At these words, the hundred officials in the hall nodded in agreement, the worry on their faces deepening.

How could they know that less than half a day after Zhao Cheng destroyed Wei, he had received an urgent report of Yan invading Wu'an? He had immediately used the Primordial Banner to obscure the secrets of heaven, then led thirty thousand Blood-Clad Army soldiers in shrinking the earth to an inch, crossing a thousand li to rush back in aid. In no more than a day or two, he had already crushed the Yan army and settled the crisis.

The battle had simply been too sudden. Zhao Cheng had raced all the way while fighting, with no time at all to send military reports.

Though the intelligence relayed by the Black Ice Terrace was swift, it still could not match the speed at which Zhao Cheng had resolved the battle.

Thus, in the eyes of everyone in Xianyang, Zhao Cheng was still deep within Wei territory at this moment, advancing step by step into the enemy army's layered encirclement, in perilous circumstances.

What was more, times were no longer what they had once been.

Ever since some time ago, many immortal masters had emerged throughout the land. Every one of them could wield arts and spells, summon wind and rain; this was no longer a secret.

Golden Light Daoist had previously come personally to Zhangtai Palace and displayed immortal arts before the entire civil and military court, leaving everyone utterly stunned.

Later, when Chu State invaded the southern border, reports returned saying that immortal masters within the Chu Army's ranks had cast spells, drawn down heavenly lightning, summoned raging winds, and fought Golden Light Daoist to a standstill.

What they had seen and heard had long made the officials deeply wary