Chen Ping's Sword

"Surround and do not attack, observe their self-defeat."

Feng Yuantu fanned his feather fan, smiling confidently.

Below the city, tens of thousands of troops set up camp, scouts and messengers scattered like swarms of bees.

There was a steady stream of reinforcements arriving from all directions behind them.

Over the years, True Martial King Ji Changfeng has hidden his troops among civilians, allying with major Noble Families and Sect. On the surface, his power doesn’t seem strong, at most appearing as nothing more than a watchdog, lacking the strength to advance.

But in reality, if anyone thinks so, they are gravely underestimating him.

With a single command.

All the major Noble Sect sent elite troops for support, revealing all hidden forces, numbering no less than fifty thousand, if not thirty thousand.

The potential for war is terrifyingly vast.

Of course, currently it is merely an attack on Xingqing Prefecture, such a strong army is not needed; the request for reinforcements was out of respect for Chen Ping.

Concerned that after three days, unexpected events might catch them unprepared.

Facing this rapid upstart, who within months occupied a county and eight prefectures, even a formidable and patient hero like True Martial King cannot afford to be complacent.

"Just a Unity Realm Grandmaster is not his match at all."

Ji Changfeng, though unwilling to boost others’ morale and lower his own prestige, had to admit this point.

Even within the Unity Realm, combat power can differ immensely.

The gap between people can sometimes be larger than that between a person and a dog.

"Two can at most protect themselves, even if three Unity Realm attack together, they would only have the upper hand, not to mention killing this person. Mr. Donghe, this is an excellent opportunity. It is essential to achieve success in one go, I hope the Pei Family will not hesitate to assist."

Pei Donghe dared not take it lightly at this moment.

The latest news was that Chen Ping had taken Ji Mingyue and Han Xiaoru, following Fang Qingzhu into the ruins.

As it is said, a hero cannot resist the lure of beauty.

Knowing it’s a deathtrap, yet defiantly wanting to go in and rescue, can only be said as youthful arrogance, never having suffered a setback since debuting, finally letting it go to his head.

In the foreseeable future.

Once Chen Ping reappears, he will have a flawed soul, and his cultivation will make no progress.

Endure a while longer, and he will suffer the consequences of this impulsive decision.

Of course, the desperate madness of a dying beast should not be ignored either.

The more severe the situation, the more vigilant one must be of the opponent’s last counterattack.

If only the last, strongest attack in his life can be withstood, then, as the military advisor said, just watch quietly as he builds his tall building, then watch as it collapses.

It’s just that simple.

With achievements already made, adding more effort to seize more merit at this time, otherwise seems short-sighted.

"Rest assured, Prince, our Pei Family Head cannot be moved lightly, but my brother Pei Dongwei can rush here overnight to assist the Prince."

Pei Donghe immediately responded, then sent people to the clan to dispatch troops.

"My brother Suiyun, whose skills surpass mine tenfold, can also come to assist."

Liu Suifeng, needing no words from Ji Changfeng, proactively recommended his brother.

The Liu brothers, Suifeng and Suiyun, had made a name for themselves in Jianghu thirty years ago, earning a formidable reputation for the Liu Family.

In those days, the Liu Heroes, working in tandem, few could withstand their power.

Over the years, the Liu brothers have aged, having entered the Unity Realm, their status in the clan has significantly risen, seldom making moves, cultivating their aura and body, seemingly always maintaining.

But only they know they never stopped advancing, reaching the Unity Four Realms and Yin Deficiency Domain at just sixty-three years old. Counting all the heroes of the world, the Liu Heroes are certainly unmatched.

"That’s great, with both Liu brothers and Pei Family Elders taking action together, even if Chen Ping emerges without damage, he won’t make any waves."

Ji Changfeng chuckled, "As long as we withstand the first wave of counterattacks, the Xingqing Prefecture army will naturally disband without much effort, and once Chen Ping falls, all subordinate forces of Xingqing will crumble.

But what about Grand Governor Yan?"

Thinking of soon taking Jiangnan completely, Ji Changfeng, despite being calm, couldn’t help but smile.

However, the Court dispatching troops with a fleet of five-story tower ships southward, that Imperial Forest Iron Guard are not easy to deal with.

"This is simple, I hear Yan Beifei was apprenticed to the Shenxiao Sword Sect in his youth, personally taught by Venerable Yuxiao, mastering all the extraordinary skills. Though loyal to the Court and His Holiness, and with formidable prowess indeed, having shades of surpassing his master, he is still currently in the Unity Realm, not having broken through."

Ji Yuantu suddenly spoke.

"Sir means..."

"Just have Venerable Yuxiao send a letter. Not to expect him to abandon the southward journey, only to delay his water path for half a month. By then, with Chen Ping dead, the Prince’s troops sweeping forth, Jiangnan pacified, whatever schemes Yan Beifei has will be stifled."

Indeed, how can the Court maintain such immense authority over the regions, ensuring that all parties dare not defy an order?

First, by suppressing small with great, and upholding righteousness.

Secondly, by overwhelming force, with numerous experts, leaving no one confident to directly oppose the Court.

Those unafraid of death are merely overestimating themselves, like mantises blocking a cart.

But if True Martial King Ji Changfeng quickly pacifies Jiangnan, amassing a million troops in Jiangnan, he will already have the foundation to confront the Court’s forces across the Yangtze.