Even so, Qin Tian not only refused to compromise or retreat, but boldly unsheathed his sword, slaughtering hundreds from the Xue Dao Battle Group for the sake of three ordinary soldiers who sacrificed their lives. This extraordinary courage and determination to protect his people deeply resonated with him.
What satisfied Yang Zheng even more was the clear stance Qin Tian demonstrated in this matter.
In the information provided to Qin Tian, it was clearly marked—Marshal Lin and the Luoho Clan had been at odds for a long ti. The appointnt of Duan Guangtai as the administrator of Ice Extre Pass was a pawn placed by the Luoho Clan, aid at creating trouble and constant obstructions for those aligned with Marshal Lin.
Logically, as a newcor, even if Qin Tian was aware of the entanglents, he would likely choose to temporarily avoid conflict—adopting a reconciliatory approach toward Duan Guangtai, possibly compromising step by step in the face of the Luoho Clan’s aggressive behavior to prevent an early escalation of tensions.
But Qin Tian refused to do so; on his very first day in office, he dealt with Duan Guangtai with the strongest asures. In the face of the Luoho Clan’s pressure and provocations, he went even further by annihilating the Xue Dao Battle Group, using hundreds of heads to build a head monunt, and delivering a harsh blow to the Luoho Clan in the most resolute manner.
This uncompromising decisiveness certainly made Qin Tian a thorn in Inzaghi Luoho’s side, yet it also sent a clear signal: Qin Tian was not only the Guardian Envoy of Ice Extre Pass but was also firmly aligned with Marshal Lin’s lineage.
Yang Zheng’s lips curled into a smile. In the Military Departnt and indeed in any faction, what is most despised is indecisiveness, being like a fence-sitter. Qin Tian’s actions perfectly embodied the word "loyalty," a stance more substantial than any promise.
"Qin Tian, rest assured, Marshal Lin will never neglect his own people."
Yang Zheng murmured to himself, reaching into the drawer to retrieve a docunt he had prepared long ago—it was an approval for additional strategic supplies for Ice Extre Pass, detailing quantities of spiritual energy elixirs, energy crystals, weapon parts, and cold-weather gear, enough to support the pass’s developnt needs for the foreseeable future.
He picked up a pen and signed his na at the bottom of the docunt, his handwriting strong and forceful.
"Qin Tian, besides this reward, I have also prepared a special gift for you, hoping you will make good use of them in the future."
Yang Zheng’s lips curved into a slight smile.
...
"Qin Tian! You’re courting death!"
Inzaghi Luoho looked at the photograph of the head monunt ford by stacking hundreds of skulls, his spiritual energy uncontrollably surging, the dark red blood qi swirling around him like sothing tangible, causing the tal fixtures in the room to vibrate with a humming sound.
As a direct descendant of the Luoho Clan, the commanding Military Lord of Soul-Devour Ice Valley, ever since his birth he had been surrounded by luxury and adoration, revered wherever he went. When had he ever been challenged so blatantly?
All he did was deploy the Xue Dao Battle Group to blow up three of the opponent’s safe houses and kill three little soldiers, intending only to give Qin Tian a warning, forcing him to obediently let Duan Guangtai go.
But Qin Tian did the opposite; not only did he refuse to bow his head, he even sent people to wipe out hundreds from his Xue Dao Battle Group in one go and stack their heads into a head monunt.
This was clearly a public slap in his face, a declaration of war to Inzaghi Luoho!
What infuriated him more was that Qin Tian had reported the battle report to the Military Departnt, emphasizing in every line that the safe houses were military posts and that the soldiers were Royal Soldiers of the Empire. His order to attack was provocatively challenging the authority of the Empire.
Though, due to the influence of the Luoho Clan, it would at most result in an internal reprimand, not reaching his core, this humiliation was like a thorn, deeply embedded in his heart.
"Well played, Qin Tian..." Inzaghi Luoho gritted his teeth, his knuckles cracking loudly, "You think just because you have Lin Xuanqing’s protection, you can be lawless as a re Major General?"
He walked slowly to the large floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze piercing through the blizzards of Soul-Devour Ice Valley, fixating fiercely in the direction of Ice Extre Pass.
He had never regarded Qin Tian, seeing him rely as a pawn pushed forward by Lin Xuanqing, an "outsider" without background or power.
But now, this "pawn" dared to bite back so fiercely.
"Just wait, Qin Tian."
Inzaghi Luoho’s voice was icy, "I will show you, even with Lin Xuanqing as your backer, in my eyes, you’re nothing more than an ant that can be squashed at any mont. Ice Extre Pass... and your petty life, I will crush them bit by bit—"
"Completely destroy!!!"
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