"No, Senior Brother Zang. I already have a plan."
Jiang Yang's gaze settled on the Flying Boat, and he looked utterly confident.
In truth, he had no scheme at all—or rather, he had no need for one.
After finding out the enemies' numbers and cultivation levels, Jiang Yang had simply and bluntly asked Zang Yu to stage this little performance. Afraid they might not take the bait, he had specifically told him to load as much as possible aboard, to lure every last one of them out.
With his current strength, Jiang Yang did not know where his limits lay. But at his level, only Foundation Establishment cultivators deserved a serious look from him. No matter how many Qi Refining cultivators came, they would be useless—merely another flick of his finger.
A mere three cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage were still within his ability to handle, so long as they were not all direct disciples like his senior sister, nurtured by a great Sect since childhood.
Seeing this, Zang Yu took a deep breath to steady himself, then earnestly tried to persuade him again:
"I know you're a Great True Person's distinguished disciple, with profound skill in swordsmanship. But Bi after all, two fists still struggle against four hands. If anything happened to you, I couldn't bear the blame. How would I answer to the True Person...?"
"How about this? I'll call two more junior brothers over to assist you. Would that do?"
In all fairness, Zang Yu believed in Jiang Yang's strength. A direct disciple of an immortal Sect could casually take on several good-for-nothing Foundation Establishment cultivators when sent out into the world. Never mind Jiang Yang—even Zang Yu himself would not consider that a problem.
But these people had a Dao lineage and masters behind