Chapter 1371 - 1371: Facing the Enemy Alone

"My friend?"

Jiang Cheng was bewildered by their questioning.

"What friend?"

"We've come this far, you're still hiding it?"

Lan Miao and Wuyuan pretended to be displeased, wearing an expression of having seen through everything long ago.

"We all know!"

"Know what?"

"You're still pretending?"

Brother Cheng thought to himself, usually I do like to show off, but this time I really haven't.

"Stop giving riddles, speak clearly."

"Yimeng Daoist Saint!" Venerable Linjing solemnly stated a name.

Brother Cheng looked at her serious expression, feeling confused but impressed.

"I've heard of him. What's up with him?"

Venerable Lanmiao, seeing this guy still 'playing dumb', became a bit anxious.

"Quickly contact him, tell him to withdraw his troops."

"Uh, this..."

Even someone as knowledgeable as Brother Cheng was left completely dumbfounded.

"Although I'm the King Bi, my reputation isn't as grand as that, will he really listen to me?"

Xue Yi glared at him disapprovingly.

"How long do you plan to keep pretending?"

"We all know, he's your friend, right?"

"You clearly knew him long ago, but insisted on letting us worry and fret, you're too wicked!"

"I think you might be misunderstanding something."

Brother Cheng was somewhat amused and exasperated, why is your imagination always so wild?

"I really don't know him."

The name Yimeng Daoist Saint left no impression on him before.

Only recently had he heard those around him mention this person several times.

Searching through his brain's hard drive about the Immortal Realm, Lower Realm, and Ice Realm, there was no record of this individual.

So, this time, he is a true enemy.

"What?"

The women's faces changed.

"You don't know him?"

"Are you deliberately trying to scare us?"

"Really don't know him."

Jiang Taishang honestly spread his hands, "If I knew him, I would have said so directly that day, why let Ten Directions Alliance jump around?"

His words were reasonable, but Venerable Linjing was still a bit unwilling to give up.

"He's really not your friend?"

"Really not."

"So, he's truly going to attack our Ice Palace?"

"It seems that way."

This...

The expressions on the women's faces were about to lose control.

"Then why have you been so leisurely these days?"

"We can't see at all if you're preparing for battle, nor planning to escape, hide, or even join Ten Directions Alliance..."

These once nonchalant women were now collapsing in this instant.

"I've already won, why should I run?"

"You!"

The women were almost infuriated to the point of vomiting blood.

At this moment, new updates arrived from outside.

"Ye Ling's tribes are all assembled."

"Led by Yimeng Daoist Saint, a total of fifteen tribes, 1.1 million experts, are advancing toward us."

"Conservatively estimated, there are over a hundred Daoist Venerables!"

"Currently, they should be about to reach Rain Interval Plateau, at most a day's journey from the Ice Palace."

"Done for, really done for..."

Many disciples in the Ice Palace started to panic.

"What to do, what to do?"

"It's really going to be a battle."

"Hahaha, Invincible Daoist Saint, are you not planning to concede yet?"

From afar, Yuan Guang Daoist Saint and the high-ups of Ten Directions Alliance along with other sects flew gloatingly into the hall.

During this period, they didn't bother with Hualing Mountain, just waiting.

Waiting for the Ice Palace to be unable to withstand the terrifying pressure from Ye Ling's side, and ultimately to turn towards them.

"Now, how to choose, you should be clear in your heart, right?"

"Our alliance advises you not to indulge in stubbornness, don't play with so many lives..."

In their opinion, Jiang Cheng must be in a mess now, with no option but to compromise.

However, upon flying into the hall, they only saw Gong Qing sitting calmly at the top.

Beside her, Tian Lin, Taiheng, and other Emperor Pill Masters were laughing while stroking their beards.

As for Jiang Cheng, he was not present.

"Where is your Supreme Palace Master?"

"Wasn't he extremely arrogant a few days ago?"

"Now that the enemy is truly coming, has he hidden again?"

Gong Qing shook her head calmly.

"Our sect's Taishang has already gone to defeat the enemy."

Huh?

Yuan Guang Daoist Saint was somewhat skeptical that she was joking.

Behind him, the high-ranking members of the alliance and sects appeared stupefied.

"What did you say?"

"He's gone to defeat the enemy?"

"Gone alone?"

Gong Qing nodded.

"He said that the enemy won't reach the Ice Palace, so they definitely won't come over."

Taiheng and Tian Lin Beihe, along with other Emperor Pill Masters, all wore relaxed expressions.

"We can just patiently wait."

"Indeed, indeed, Jiang Chief will handle the enemy."

"No need to panic!"

Pfft!

Yuan Guang Daoist Saint spat right on the spot.

He felt like he might have stepped into a madhouse.

Not just Jiang Taishang, everyone here was insane.

"You're saying he's gone alone to face Ye Ling's one million experts?"

"Yes."

"Didn't bring any support?"

"Jiang Taishang's power reaches the heavens; he doesn't need assistance."

Yuan Guang Daoist Saint opened his mouth, unsure of from which angle to start his critique.

Because there were too many absurd facets, he even doubted if they were purposefully mocking him.

However, while he couldn't speak, the others from Ten Directions Alliance couldn't hold back.

"Your Ice Palace is truly bizarre."

"We concede, never in this lifetime have we seen a sect as ridiculous as yours."

"One person? Forget Daoist Saint, even Celestial Emperor couldn't win, right?"

"How confident is he?"

"In my view, he might have secretly escaped."

"Exactly, what 'going solo,' clearly just finding an excuse to slip away."

"Truly amazing you Ice Palace even believed it..."

Ignoring their comments, Gong Qing was unperturbed.

The rational her had understood a principle through Jiang Cheng's multiple indoctrinations—once Lord Jiang makes a decision, victory is certain.

Above the distant Rain Interval Plateau, Jiang Cheng was holding a Tier Seven Dao Sword, hovering in the sky.

Below him, the boundless plain looked like a purple ocean, waves rolling amidst the wind.

His Holy Soul extended out, sweeping mighty and unfettered.

Further ahead, a massive army rose slowly from the 'horizon.'

At first glance, limitless.

This army was diverse in form, some enormous, others exuding fierce aura, some deathly silent.

But now, they acted as a cohesive unit, each orderly, oceans apart.

Not as chaotic as he imagined.

Such a massive allied army of various tribes, progressing silently.

And all this, because of that snow-white unmarked tombstone above the team.

Seemingly ordinary.

But his Holy Soul was repelled instantly upon contact.

Deep within that tombstone, lay an immensely powerful being, unyielding to him.

Under its suppression, the tribes below had to restrain their fierce natures, advancing in an orderly superseding their usual practices.

Moments later, the two sides finally faced off directly.