It was clear that the Profound Dao Sect not only had an ordinary reputation on the battlefield, but also seemed to have achieved rather dismal results in the Six Directions Grand Competition.
Otherwise, they would not have ended up missing several consecutive competitions, turning the Six Directions into Five Directions.
"Since when did you all start believing that we had to be inferior to others? Since when did you become so spineless?" Daoist Qiangong asked in a deep voice.
Now that Daoist Qiangong had rebuked them like this, the people below were more or less ashamed.
That was right. Since when had their Profound Dao Sect become so lacking in backbone?
When had they begun to think themselves inferior to others?
Whenever they encountered people from other factions, before they had even fought, they instinctively believed they were no match.
It seemed that, without realizing it, it was not others who looked down on them—it was they themselves who had looked down on themselves.
Daoist Qiangong's words made Yang Chen regard the elder more highly. It was clear that the Profound Dao Sect had some reason for sending him to the battlefield as commander-in-chief.
"Martial Uncle, we understand."
"Martial Uncle, our Profound Dao Sect cannot shrink back from the Six Directions Grand Competition."
Daoist Qiangong said coldly, "Good that you understand. Why are you still standing around? Go prepare at once. Make preparations in advance, so that when the Six Directions Grand Competition begins, the other factions will not laugh at us again. This time, when our Profound Dao Sect participates in the Six Directions Grand Competition, we absolutely cannot tarnish the prestige of our sect."
The people below scattered one after another and began busying themselves.
At this time, Daoist Qiangong turned his gaze toward Yang Chen and asked,