Chu Zhiyuan came to a sudden realization.
Song Shoufang said in a deep voice, "These fiends can only run rampant for a while. Once the Divine Artifact recovers, their time of destruction will come!"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Prince, haven't the martial arts sects sent experts to purge them? Remaining on the defensive forever is no solution."
"The martial arts sects?" Song Shoufang smiled. "They did take the initiative a few times, but after suffering losses that were too great, they went quiet."
Chu Zhiyuan raised his brows.
Song Shoufang said, "Fiends are hard to deal with and exceptionally skilled at slaughter. Martial arts sects differ from the military; they still treasure their experts dearly."
Chu Zhiyuan nodded slowly.
The military and martial arts sects were indeed different. Within a sect, experts carried enormous weight.
When a military expert fell, another would rise to fill the gap. They were not cherished to the same extent.
Military cultivation methods were simple and swift, with low ceilings, but there were great numbers of practitioners. Moreover, the military possessed vast cultivation resources that far surpassed those of sects.
Thus, military experts emerged one after another.
Though the upper limits of their cultivation methods could not compare to those of the top sects, they prevailed through sheer numbers.
After some thought, Chu Zhiyuan said, "Prince, I cannot stand by and watch these fiends act so wildly. I want to kill a few."
"You—?" Song Shoufang gave him an appraising look. "Your future is boundless. There is no need for you to risk such peril."
He knew some things about Chu Zhiyuan, though not everything.
He knew that Chu Zhiyuan was a genius who had ascended from below and had mastered the Demon Subduing Saber Art. It was extraordinarily effective against demons and fiends, as though