Qing Chen looked at him for a long while before finally withdrawing his hand and sitting back on his throne.
"My disciple, go."
"Survive, even if the Bloodedge Army dies to the last man and the Dao seal shatters."
"You must live on."
Hua Tieshou drew the blue-black great seal into his sea of qi, activated the secret technique within it to conceal it, then rose and left the hall.
The hall doors closed.
Qing Chen sat alone beneath the scarlet glazed lamp, his face expressionless.
Of course he knew what the task he had just given Hua Tieshou meant.
Having a Nascent Soul early-stage cultivator stop a Spirit Transformation Barbarian King was little different from sending him to his death.
But someone had to stand there in this battle, and only someone who was at least a True Lord could activate the means within it.
After considering it over and over, Hua Tieshou was the most suitable person in the entire million-strong army.
A warrior ready to die.
Qing Chen let out a quiet sigh.
"Tie Shou, it all comes down to your own fate now."
Everyone outside believed the Bloodedge Army was the weakest link among the three armies.
The Black Fox King thought so.
Even the discontented veterans within the Bloodedge Army felt they were merely cannon fodder Qing Chen was using to wear down the Black Fox King Tribe.
But no one knew.
On this very night, Qing Chen had finally completed the last link in his killing trap.
He had poured far too much effort and calculation into this scheme, and would spare no cost for it.
Several days later.
The Cangming Army's Central Army Camp, in the southern Fallen Star Plain.
Another fleet of War Treasure Ships laden with spirit stones, medicinal pills,