Youzhou, Zhuo Commandery.
"Prince, that Jianghu Coalition Army from Ming has reached the outskirts of the commandery. They will reach Zhuo Commandery tomorrow at the latest."
"Are we really going to do nothing and simply keep waiting?"
Over a dozen senior members of the Li Clan gathered together, looking toward Li Yuan in the seat of honor as they debated amid a heavy atmosphere.
They had just received word that Ming's Jianghu Coalition Army was marching north in force and was now less than two hundred li from Zhuo Commandery.
Yet practically all their Li Clan experts at the Great Grandmaster level and above had gone with Li Shimin to the Qinling Mountains for the decisive battle.
If Ming's Jianghu Coalition Army seized this opportunity to invade, they feared they could not withstand it, however many troops they had.
After all, according to their intelligence, Ming's Jianghu Coalition Army alone contained dozens of experts at the Great Grandmaster level and above, while its Grandmaster martial artists numbered an astonishing four figures.
Experts of that caliber could take on ten opponents, or even a hundred, without difficulty.
Without top experts holding the fort, they absolutely could not defend Zhuo Commandery.
Thus, everyone had been frantic since receiving the news, hoping Li Yuan would quickly decide how to resolve the immediate crisis.
At that moment, Li Yuan's expression was also rather grave.
They wanted him to find a solution, but what solution could he possibly have?
They had been the ones to challenge Ming to battle. To guard against any mishaps, he had ordered Li Shimin to take all the Li Clan's martial experts with him.
But he had never expected that, after accepting the challenge, Yu Huatian would still leave so many experts to march north with the army.
Now Ming's