To fight, or not to fight?
Someone had already made that decision for Chen Cong.
"Since the Holy Son is eager for battle, we young members of the Chen Clan shall oblige!" A cool, decisive voice rang out above the arena, echoing long and clear, every word landing with resounding force.
Chen Yanwu, one of the finest of the Chen Clan's new generation, already stood proudly upon the arena.
Behind her, Chen Jianjun, Chen Feng, Chen Mu, and two others stood with their momentum soaring like a rainbow.
Even Chen Jianzun joined their ranks without hesitation.
Their positions held considerable significance. Chen Yanwu took the lead, with Chen Jianjun and Chen Jianzun close behind, maintaining a subtle half-body gap. Chen Feng and the others stood farther back.
This was clearly a 1-2-2-2 Formation.
The many seasoned veterans of the soul master world present recognized the intricacies behind this arrangement at a glance.
"Heh, that Tianquan Sword really is extraordinary!"
"Who would have thought the leader of the Chen Clan's new generation would be such a heroine?"
"Not Chen Jianjun, who ranks near the top, nor Chen Jianzun, who has reached the Soul King level, but Chen Yanwu. She really makes one see her in a new light."
"Then command of the sword formation must fall to Chen Yanwu."
"It seems we underestimated her. She was clearly holding back her strength earlier."
In a battle fought with a sword formation, how could its commander overawe the field and hold the ranks steady without some strength kept in reserve?
If others could discern these subtleties, Qian Daoliu was certainly no exception.
Nearly twenty-nine years old, he possessed a mature mind.
Moreover, as the legitimate direct heir to the angel martial soul, he had received comprehensive, rigorous, top-tier instruction since childhood.
Extraordinary