The middle-aged scholar frowned deeply at Yue Yang's second move.
He truly could not understand it.
Why had he made that move?
Yet Yue Yang paid him no heed. There was naturally a reason for making such a move. No matter how outsiders questioned it, as long as he believed it was right, that was enough.
"Your second move was actually to challenge the Demon Emperor?" The middle-aged scholar simply could not figure it out. Aside from Peerless Emperor Jueshi, the second opponent Yue Titan had chosen was the Demon Emperor—not Gold Emperor, master of the Three-Legged Golden Crow clan of Tang Valley, with whom he had some connection; not Immovable Supreme, chief elder of the Central Divine Temple, nor the Divine Temple Supreme; not even the five giants who had joined forces from the east, south, and west... This move was neither challenging the strongest nor striking the weakest first. Instead, he had picked a Demon Emperor right in the middle—not high, not low. It was utterly baffling.
"What's the problem?" Yue Yang asked back, feigning puzzlement.
"The strongest seems to be Divine Temple Supreme. Why are you simply leaving him alone?" the middle-aged scholar reminded him.
"Divine Temple Supreme isn't your chess piece!" Yue Yang dismissed it with a single sentence. Since Divine Temple Supreme was not your, Dongfang's, chess piece, then it was none of your business. How to deal with him was my business. I can do whatever I please—you have no say in it!
"Divine Temple Supreme indeed does not listen to me, but I have successfully persuaded Immovable Supreme to join this battle." The middle-aged scholar looked at Yue Yang, waiting to see how he would explain not facing Immovable Supreme, the chief elder of the Central Divine Temple. Yue Yang spread his hands,