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The warriors on the battlefield separated again, with only Tang Sen and Mi Yang still standing on the ground while the rest of the Fierce Realm powerhouses all stood in the void, facing each other from afar.

Finally…. Mi Hu let out a breath. The night-long battle had not only seriously injured several Martial Ancestors of the Mi Clan, but even Mi Yang and Mi Hai had used a piece of Xuanji Jade each.

It wasn’t that the Tang Clan was really that powerful, but rather that the Divine Armor had too great of a benefit for Tang Sen. Even with the addition of Mi Clan to their side, they only just managed to stop their decline and reach some semblance of balance.

But it was time to end things now. A cold light flashed in Mi Hu’s eyes as he shouted towards the Tang Clan’s formation, “Great Elder, Sect Head Tang. The flood is about to strike, I wonder whether Tang Clan wants to continue fighting bloody battles with Mi Clan, or would they prefer to ceasefire first?”

Ceasefire and stopping the war are not the same. Stopping the war meant admitting defeat, while a ceasefire was just a temporary pause. The former meant significant resource losses, while the latter was merely a rest during the war.

Although the overnight battle had cost Mi Clan over a hundred pieces of Xuanji Jade and spiritual armor, if a ceasefire could be agreed upon, this battle wouldn’t count as too much of a loss. After all, stopping the war would require a hefty compensation paid anyways.

Having fought for a full day and night, Tang Siyuan, after hearing Mi Hu’s words, landed on the ground together with Tang Sen, standing shoulder to shoulder. As the core of Tang Clan’s power, they clearly understood the chronology and course of the upcoming flood.

Moreover, this battle had made it more clear to them. If it weren’t for the elaborate plans of the clan leader Tang Zhi, the family blessed with abundant resources and mystical imprints wouldn’t have any advantages in a head-on clash with the Mi Clan. Fortunately, the flood was about to strike, and all they had to do was proceed according to the plan.

They have to play the part thoroughly. The Mi Clan was teeming with intelligent individuals, so the following dialogues couldn’t contain any hint of foreknowledge about the flood. They also had to show appropriate anger.

The mentally prepared Tang Siyuan stepped forward and, looking up at Mi Hu, retorted coldly, “This battle is not over yet. Let’s wait until the flood recedes, then we’ll see who’s the winner.”

“He,” Mi Hu let out a cold laughter, “Then let’s wait and see.”

The ceasefire was agreed upon here, and the Martial Ancestors from both sides were preparing to retreat.

However, Mi Yang, who was now cool-headed again on the ground, suddenly became furious when he heard the booming voice from the sky. He turned his head towards where the sound came from and squinted into the distance, but didn’t spot any shadows.

The enraged patriarch of Mi Clan turned his head towards Tang Sen and spoke ominously, “Worthy of being known as Xiling’s prodigy, your audacity is indeed astounding. You killed Mi Chu and still dare to swagger around. Good for you!”

The implied killing intent was too obvious. Tang Sen’s face darkened, and spiritual power flowed from his legs into the ground. Suddenly, a golden stone pillar rose from under Mi Yang, aiming for his throat.

“Boom!”

Mi Yang smashed the golden stone with a punch, and his eyes full of killing intent met Tang Sen’s. The just-agreed ceasefire seemed about to be broken again, and the Martial Ancestors who were about to retreat in the sky were once again stirring up astounding spiritual power fluctuations.

This was not the situation Mi Hu wanted to see. He quickly signaled Mi Hai, and they quickly landed on the ground on both sides of Mi Yang. They grabbed his arms and persuaded, “Patriarch, please calm down. The priority is to handle the flood.”

“Yes, Patriarch, Tang Luo has nowhere to escape. Let’s deal with the flood first and take revenge on Mi Chu later.”

On Tang Clan’s side, Tang Siyuan also reached out to hold Tang Sen’s shoulders and muttered softly, “Don’t be angry. Tang Luo is absolutely safe in Xiling City. Our clan leader has deployed top Martial Ancestors to protect him day and night. Even Mi Yang can’t touch him.”

Tang Luo, being the most promising future of the Tang Clan, has now been completely exposed to Mi Clan. One can only imagine that once the two clans start fighting, his name will definitely be on Mi Clan’s hit list.

However, each core member of Tang Clan is protected during the war. The protective measures for Tang Luo have reached the clan leader level with top Martial Ancestors as his guards.

Even if Mi Yang, driven by murderous madness, attempts to kill Tang Luo, the Martial Ancestor protecting him is enough to ensure his safety.

“Consider the clan leader’s plan; don’t make unnecessary trouble.” Tang Siyuan felt Tang Sen releasing his strength and let go of his hand.

The great battle of Martial Ancestors outside the city walls finally came to a brief ceasefire.

Mi Clan Residence, Council Hall

The stewards were constantly walking in and out, issuing one order after another. The enormous Mi Clan was operating methodically, with massive amounts of materials being transported from Xiling to South Ridge on war chariots. The Mi Clan, with its tens of thousands of celestial birds, had surprisingly quick transportation speeds. In just one day, they snuck a large portion of their clan to the beast valley of South Ridge unnoticed.

Nobody paid any attention to the celestial birds venturing back and forth between the beast valley and South City that filled the already bird – filled sky.

The few influential families in West City were even willing to sell their mountain lands to the Mi Clan. Everything was going according to Mi Jin’s script. Except for the voice of Tang Luo, which resonated throughout Xiling City.

While continuously issuing orders, the Third Elder Mi Zhen’s expression changed as the aura of the Fierce Realm uncontrollably leaked out. He slammed his palm on the pear yellow wooden table in front of him, breaking the precious piece of furniture worth thousands of gold into pieces. The two stewards about to receive their orders were startled, thinking they had somehow made a mistake, and they knelt down trembling.

“Damn it!” Mi Zhen’s eyes were full of icy light as he suppressed his inner rage and said to the two trembling stewards kneeling on the ground, “It’s none of your business, stand down.”

He then ordered the guards in the council hall, “Bring a new table.”

Smashing a table was not an uncommon occurrence for this hot-tempered elder. A clan warrior promptly brought a new pear yellow wooden table from the side of the hall and respectfully placed it at the original spot of the Third Elder, clearing the broken wood on the ground.

At this moment, the furious Mi Zhen was already next to Clan Chief Mi Jin, speaking coldly, “There should be preparations within the clan!”

Mi Jin glanced at Mi Zhen, finished dealing with the documents in his hands, handed them over to a steward, and propped up with his crossed hands, asking, “How does the Third Elder think we should prepare?” He had been dealing with documents all night, and even a body at the pinnacle of mortal life was tired.

“Give me three teams of Martial Ancestors, flatten Red Cloud village, take Red Cloud Mountain, hang Du Sha’s head on the peak of Red Cloud Mountain. Let the people of Xiling know the consequences of going against Mi Clan!” Mi Zhen’s eyes were filled with rage. The agreement was to revisit the next day; even if Du Clan truly wanted to join the Tang Clan, they should have refused after the revisit.

But just now, Tang Luo could actually allow commoners to seek refuge at Red Cloud Mountain. This clearly indicated that they have reached an agreement. This action is a humiliation to him, a humiliation to Mi Clan.

They had to retaliate in the fiercest manner possible to let the clans of Xiling know that the honor of Mi Clan should not be disparaged.