As Xia Chuan spoke, Yuan Cheng, Yue Feng, Luo Yuan, and Shi Ping were all taken aback, with three scenes flashing through their minds:
The Wood Puppet Monster in the valley nine years ago;
The Mirror Valley Camp seven years ago;
The Yanglu Forbidden Land six years ago.
Li Xuanling had been in Great Xia for many years and was naturally clear about its past. Seeing everyone’s expressions, she imdiately guessed what was on their minds.
"No, over the past half year, Dajue Temple has captured more than sixty village-level camps. Although Jiangxia and Bashang have relocated most of the population, they still control over 1.2 million people. Could these not be used readily? Why must they attack Bashang City?"
"Who said they didn’t want those readily available people? All the Earth-digging Realm Cold Resistance Level recruits from the sixty village-level camps were enlisted by Dajue Temple. Now, only ordinary people and Logging Realm remain. Not to ntion their fanaticism towards Dajue Temple, even if they were to be killed, it wouldn’t take long!"
Upon hearing this, everyone gulped, looking toward the eastern Bashang Town with fear on their faces.
"Lord, we can’t stay here any longer. Who knows what tricks Dajue Temple is up to? Staying here is undoubtedly dangerous."
"That’s right, Lord, let’s go to Qinghepu! Eight Towns Xianyang Level is now in Qinghepu. Perhaps they’ve already clashed with those two masters. It’s safer there, and maybe we can even gain so advantage."
"Lord, staying here isn’t wise for long, let’s retreat!"
...
Hearing their persuasion, Xia Hong furrowed his brows and turned to say solemnly: "You can escape the monk but not the temple. No matter what Dajue Temple plans, based on past experience, any deceitful monster, once it matures smoothly, is extrely destructive. Ignoring it will definitely lead to disaster in the end!"
Everyone instantly understood Xia Hong’s aning, showing urgency on their faces, ready to persuade him further.
But before they could speak, Xia Hong waved his hand to interrupt them, shaking his head with a smile: "Don’t worry about . I won’t act unless I’m confident. I just want to see what tricks Dajue Temple is up to."
After speaking, a gleam appeared in his eyes as he turned to ask Xia Chuan: "Our people should have controlled the entire Lower River Village by now, right?"
Xia Chuan apparently wanted to persuade him to leave. Seeing Xia Hong’s determination and hearing him ask about Lower River Village, he quickly nodded in response: "As soon as night fell and the Bashang news ca, the Cloud Dragon Army set off from Wuyuan. From Wuyuan to Lower River Village takes at most four hours. Now it’s about half an hour before dawn, Liu Yuan must have already controlled the entire Lower River Village."
"Good, you all imdiately rush back to Lower River Village. Monitor the villages under Dajue Temple’s control for any anomalies along the way. Send people to secretly observe the battle in Qinghe Village, see the outco between Eight Towns Xianyang Level and Dajue Temple’s two great masters. Until I return from Bashang Town, hold down Lower River Village, and by no ans act recklessly."
"Understood!"
Leading six people, Xia Chuan bowed in agreent, then raised his head, worry etched on his face, reluctant to move for a long ti. Li Xuanling didn’t reply at all, displaying resistance, clearly unwilling to leave Xia Hong alone.
Seeing them act this way, Xia Hong shook his head and said: "Fine, if you truly worry about , hurry and break through to Xianyang Level. With your current strength, do you have the need to worry about ?"
At these words, an embarrassed expression appeared on everyone’s face.
"Humph! I’ll hurry and break through."
Even knowing Xia Hong said this to provoke her, Li Xuanling’s pride was still aroused. Realizing persuasion was useless, she snorted coldly, turning to swiftly leave northward.
"Lord, take care."
"We’ll wait for the Lord’s return at Lower River Village!"
Xia Chuan and others didn’t say more, all bowing in farewell.
After the eight had left, Xia Hong turned to look at the eastern Bashang Town, a gleam passing through his eyes as he slowly approached.
With Li Xuanling and the eight, he was cautious of being detected by the three great masters of Dajue Temple, hence didn’t dare get too close. Now, left by himself, he felt free to move.
"My sensing range is about five hundred ters. Regardless of Dajue Temple’s three great masters’ skills, their strength is not as good as mine, so their sensing range surely isn’t as strong. Their limit distance is roughly five hundred ters. As long as I don’t exceed this range and conceal myself wholly, there should be no problem."
After roughly estimating, Xia Hong slowly edged toward the battlefield.
The estimate might not be accurate but worth trying, after all, now alone, if failed, he could just act early anyway.
...
Boom!
After taking more than twenty full-force strikes from Vajra Master, Bashang City Gate finally couldn’t bear the strain and was completely destroyed.
Along with the shattered gate were more than ten thousand Bashang gate-keeping soldiers chained on both sides of the gate.
Initially numbering over thirty thousand gate-keeping soldiers, now only ten thousand remained because the rear of the gate was long occupied by Dajue Temple soldiers. Despite Xiang Tianlin leading protection efforts, the defeat was inevitable. Constantly, gate-keeping soldiers got killed, their chains exerting less force, eventually leading to Vajra Master breaking it completely, which was naturally consequential.
"Bashang City is breached, brothers, charge with !"
"The Master has breached the gate, brothers, charge!"
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