Ji Xuanyuan's strength had absolutely ranked among the very best in the Yang Spirit Realm, but he was by no means someone like Meng Jingxian or Son of Heaven Yama, whose combat power had been astonishing the moment they entered the True Martial Realm.
Ji Xuanyuan had not even stabilized his own realm yet. At most, his strength was roughly on par with Great Emperor of Northern Ziwei when he had been at Shaolin Temple. Su Xin could fight him, but he feared that such a battle would aggravate his injuries.
Just then, a martial artist dressed as a messenger came hurrying over and shouted, "Your Highness! Urgent report from the Northern Frontier! The Golden Tent Khanate has dispatched over a hundred thousand troops to attack the Northern Frontier's defensive line. Grand General Pang Yuande has ordered a retreat to delay them, but the Golden Tent Khanate has already advanced dozens of li!"
Before Ji Xuanyuan could digest the news, the messenger continued, "Eastern Jin has also dispatched more than a hundred thousand troops to attack the Eastern Jin defensive line. After Grand General Xiang Chu Kuang scattered his forces and withdrew, the Eastern Jin army has already advanced more than a hundred li. The Seven Great Gangs and other sects have also taken advantage of the Central Plains' depleted strength to seize countless Great Zhou mines, medicinal fields, and other resources. Due to their lack of strength, the Six Fan Sect and the local military have both chosen to endure in silence and have not acted."
This string of news struck Ji Xuanyuan so hard that he did not react at all, almost instantly retracting his True Martial Dharma Image.
He shot Su Xin a vicious glare, yet said nothing.
The timing was far too coincidental. If Su Xin