"Uh... up to now, not a single person has volunteered."
The young man behind him pondered for a moment before answering softly. Sure enough, the moment his words fell, the commander before him flew into a rage.
"Damn it, have they all been beaten scared? They don't even dare to accept a challenge—what face do they have to call themselves prodigies?"
"Every day, they boast about how powerful they are. Yet at this critical moment, not one of them dares to fight. A bunch of cowards, a pack of spineless wretches."
Lu Longevity roared in fury. The entire Qilin Clan was a Golden Immortal force with a legacy spanning hundreds of millions of years, its foundations incomparably deep. But now? The enemy had come pounding at their gates, yet the Qilin Clan's prodigies did not even dare to fight.
They truly were a pack of cowards—cowards among cowards.
Seeing his commander in such a furious state, the young man behind him stood frozen in place, not daring to move. Historical experience had taught him that at times like this, he absolutely could not talk too much. Opening his mouth meant inviting trouble.
"Come. Follow me out and take a look."
Lu Longevity picked up the hat before him, put it on, and said loudly. The young man behind him followed closely.
Meanwhile, in an empty stretch of Starry Sky, a young man stood alone amid the silent void, looking ahead.
Behind him floated enormous warships, each one as large as a star, their decks filled with Buddhist cultivators.
Directly before him stood another fleet of warships, occupied by Qilin Clan experts. The two sides faced each other in a deadlock.
The young man merely looked ahead with a calm expression.
"What? Is the Qilin Clan nothing but a pack of