Li Hongyan was as wise as his age demanded.
Of course, he could tell that beneath Lu Qinghe's seemingly calm and emotionless tone churned a storm of pride and confidence.
Li Hongyan chose to let this display slide, for he knew something far more engaging and intriguing was soon to unfold.
In just a few hours, his grandson, Li Wang, would prove Lu Qinghe's current principle of victory and his perspective of events to be nothing more than a stunning joke—a revelation that would play out before an audience of tens of thousands of cultivators.
PHEW!
CLANG!
THUD!
The cacophony of battle echoed through the forest as more carcasses fell to the relentless onslaught of spears and arrows unleashed by the Wa Tribe's youths.
The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of fear. It was a brutal dance of survival, one where the weak perished and the strong thrived.