Knowing When to Yield vs. the Foolish Little Ling

The middle-aged man's identity was revealed. He was none other than the master of the War God Palace, the Ancestor of War.

This was merely a strand of divine thought formed from magical power, condensed within Zhan Tianyan's body and triggered when he encountered danger, all to protect the life of this War God Palace successor.

The Ancestor of War's gaze pierced through endless space and time, through the Mythic Battlefield, and fell upon Ling Xiao. His eyes were profoundly deep and imposing.

So were his words. He was asking Ling Xiao to give Zhan Tianyan a chance—and to give himself a chance as well.

The meaning was already clear. If Ling Xiao refused, he would lose his life too. It was a threat, only phrased more pleasantly.

As one of the Thousand Autumn Realm's foremost great powers, the Ancestor of War possessed peak combat strength, second only to the Realm Lord. He was even said to have touched upon the domain of the Great Dao. How could someone like him be a kindly soul?

For him to speak so politely to a junior was already an immense favor.

"Sure enough, it's the Ancestor of War. He's stepping in to protect Zhan Tianyan."

"Well, Zhan Tianyan is the War God Palace's successor. How could he possibly lack life-saving measures?"

"This strand of divine thought is the finest safeguard. Under heaven, other than the Realm Lord, who would dare refuse to give the Ancestor of War face?"

"The Ancestor of War is already being very courteous. It's truly rare for him to speak so pleasantly to a junior ant."

"Zhan Tianyan's life is saved. After this defeat, perhaps he can shatter and rise anew. Otherwise, I'm afraid he'll never recover. After all, a heaven-favored genius who thinks himself extraordinary was stepped