The wind. Autumn wind.
The northwesterly wind, starting with a sudden ferocity from the west to the north, was like hundreds of rugged heroic n leaping, wildly sprinting, and howling. It carried and gathered the shouts and kill cries of nearly sixty thousand players and Martial World people, resounding across the skies, spreading across the fields.
Jiang Dali and others observed the enemy’s montum from high in the sky.
They saw that the dozens of camps of the Mongolian army in the distance had already begun to assemble their forces, moving in an orderly fashion, swiftly and nimbly, not at all panicked by the sudden outbreak of an assault. Indeed, their military formation was impressive, well-trained, and brave in battle.
Although the entire Mongolian army was still in the initial stage of assembly, one could see the outlines of their battle formation, showing that even small observations could reveal significant insights.
Jiang Dali sharpened his eyesight and saw several figures, like tiny black dots, walking out from the commander tent. They stood with arms crossed and spoke to Chi Da, who was immobilized with his acupoints sealed, "Do you think your sect elder Chi ng, who has inherited the position of the Eighth Generation Dharma King, would be willing to rescue you?"
After leaving the Ming Country, he flew swiftly to the Liuma Plain, taking only about a day on the way.
As for the Seventh Generation Golden Wheel Dharma King Chi Da, who had long been imprisoned in the Black Prison of Black Wind Village, he had been secretly escorted to Liuma Plain by Tie Niu and other trusted players, to be used as a secret weapon to demoralize the enemy troops.
Chi Da snorted, stubbornly craning his neck, "Don’t dream. Even if my sect elder Chi ng wished to save , he couldn’t make the decision. I have long said that the secret of the War God Temple is a crucial forbidden area in Mongolia, guarded by the direct heirs of three top Mongolian masters of the past. Even my emperor needs their consent to enter it."
Jiang Dali was indifferent, not asking more questions, and continued to smile lightly, "Everyone fears death! I don’t believe you, Chi Da, with your staunch spirit, aren’t afraid of death. You should know that your value to now is only a matter of death.
Tell , would it be more heroic for to throw you down from here into the Mongolian army camp, or would you prefer another dignified way to die?"
Chi Da trembled all over, his teeth grinding loudly, "You never intended to spare , so why say so much?"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, turned slowly, and sat down on the Ice Soul Jade Chair, "I say so much with a purpose. I can offer you a chance to live now; it depends if you have the wisdom to seize it."
Chi Da’s heart was like fifteen buckets fetching water, up and down with anxiety and struggle, suddenly closing his eyes and shouting lowly, "Master Jiang, what exactly do you want? Speak truthfully."
Jiang Dali’s lips moved a few tis, a cold, peculiar, chilling smile at the corner of his mouth, transmitting a plan into Chi Da’s ear, and then fell silent.
Chi Da, after hearing the entire plan, stood rigidly, cold sweat like bird claws forming on his forehead, staring vacantly for a long ti, his stomach feeling as if it were filled with steel needles, painfully and bitterly dropping his head heavily, reluctantly agreeing.
"Hahahahaha—!"
Jiang Dali slapped the armrest of the chair, laughing heartily, imnsely pleased with himself.
Nearby, on the back of Divine Phoenix, Lu Xiaofeng and others exchanged glances, all curious about what Jiang Dali intended to do with this forr Golden Wheel Dharma King of the Vajra Sect, wondering if this person could beco the secret weapon to breach Jingyan Palace.
As Divine Phoenix drew closer, Xie Xiaofeng’s clear, lodious voice transmitted over, "Master Jiang, now that you have rallied so many people to encircle without attacking, what is your intention? Wouldn’t this provoke the Mongolian army below and trigger a great battle?
Be advised that these Mongolians originate from the Northern Desert, are combative by nature, and are the most formidable and warlike of peoples. Once their ferocity is stirred by blood, who knows how many will perish in this battle, truly a sin."
He was ultimately kind-hearted, unwilling to incite such colossal bloodshed for the sake of the War God Temple.
Once the forty thousand Mongolian troops and sixty thousand assembled Martial World people engage in battle, the blood would surely flow like rivers, with heavy casualties.
Even if most of these Abnormal People can resurrect, there are still nearly ten thousand Martial World people from all over the world, and many Mongolian soldiers, all of whom are living lives, sons of their mothers, husbands of their wives, fathers of their children...
War is insignificant until it begins, and could lead to catastrophic consequences for tens of thousands, yet Xie Xiaofeng, though not entering the War God Temple himself, did not wish to witness such a scene. Fortunately, Jiang Dali only gathered many people to encircle without attacking, without further action yet.
"Master Xie need not worry, even if the battle does comnce, it will only involve skirmishes and not escalate into large scale warfare.
Unless the supposed living Buddha master guarding the War God Temple inside proves to be nothing more than a re na; if so, the truth has been revealed and thus is not worth worrying about."
Jiang Dali spoke with a mild tone, smiling.
He had summoned nurous players to create buzz, attracting many Martial World people here. Initially, it was mainly to give the many Mountain Village Players and Eight Desolate Disciples sothing to do, akin to nomadic fertilization, giving them a taste of sweetness before harvesting their cultivation points entirely.
Secondly, it was to leverage such a great force to pressure the Mongolian side, subduing them without a fight, thereby compelling the legendary living Buddha Si ngba, who guards the War God Temple, to invite them inside, saving much effort.
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