In the blink of an eye, the once-united alliance of five great clans had been reduced to just three: the Long, Yun, and Hua families.
Hua Wuque and Yun Tianhe both turned to Long Xiaotian for help.
They were waiting for him, their leader, to decide what to do.
At that moment, Long Xiaotian was locked in a fierce inner struggle.
Retreat?
If a single sentence from Yue Changlong scared him into retreating today, in front of all these people...
How would he, Long Xiaotian, and the Long Family behind him ever hold their heads high in Longdu again?
What would become of their dignity as the foremost of the Eight Great Clans?
But if he refused to retreat...
He glanced at the missiles in the sky, gleaming with the light of death.
Then he looked at the tanks on the ground, which had already begun adjusting the angles of their guns.
Long Xiaotian swallowed hard.
He had no doubt that if he dared utter a single "no"...
In the next second, those terrifying weapons, powerful enough to raze the entire Cao Family Prince's Mansion, would wipe them and the families behind them off the face of the earth!
Just as Long Xiaotian found himself trapped between two impossible choices...
Another rumble of car engines came from the distance.
This time, the sound was not clamorous. Instead, it carried a distinctive, steady rhythm.
Several jet-black Red Flag Limousines bearing special license plates slowly entered the tense battlefield, escorted by countless soldiers and police officers.
The convoy stopped.
Two gray-haired elderly men stepped out of the lead Red Flag Limousine.
One wore an old military uniform washed almost white, without any rank insignia.
Yet his profound, mountainlike presence and quiet authority made every soldier there instinctively straighten his back!
The instant