"I have no objections either."
Qian Renxue's voice was even.
She stood just behind Fang Fan, her hands folded in front of her and her golden hair cascading down her back. Daylight slanted in from outside the hall, outlining her profile like a goddess in a temple mural.
Her gaze moved from the Pope's Throne to the doors. Her tone was mild, but her words carried weight.
"Slaughter City has been beyond anyone's rule for years. It calls itself a paradise for the fallen, but it's really a foothold the Asura God King planted in the mortal world.
Asura has just suffered a setback, and his forces are unsettled. This is the best time to pull it out.
If we wait until they recover, we'll only make more work for ourselves."
"Your Highness is right."
One of the commanders spoke up in agreement.
Although Qian Renxue had announced her return to Spirit Hall, the veterans at court still called her "Your Highness" out of habit.
The commander added:
"But Slaughter City lies deep underground, and its people are used to ambushes in the dark. If we charge in recklessly, our vanguard may suffer for it."
"That's why we cut off their supplies first, then break down their gates."
Bibi Dong raised a hand to stop him. Her gaze remained calm.
"Their food supply is gone. They've been hungry for days. Even a Titled Douluo has to think about where his next meal is coming from.
Besides, they've already lost more than half their strongest fighters—Tang Chen was driven back underground, all nine of Tang San's rings were shattered, and they even lost the Asura Demon Sword.
There are few left in Slaughter City who can put up a fight."
She paused and looked at Fang Fan. Her tone softened, as