On the foreign forces' side, a group of a hundred cultivators gathered, discussing their next move.
"Senior Brother, are we really following Elder Liao's orders? I don't think it's necessary. The weaklings from Red Pole are nothing more than lambs waiting to be slaughtered!" one of them, Zhu Liqin, scoffed.
The leader of the group, Cheng Guo, shot him a cold glare. Entrusted by Liao Cai to ensure victory, by any means necessary, he had no patience for dissent.
"Did I ask for your opinion, Zhu Liqin?" Cheng Guo's aura surged, pressing down on Zhu Liqin like a mountain.
Despite being at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm himself, Zhu Liqin buckled under the pressure, his knees nearly giving out.
"I-I'm sorry, Senior Brother! P-Please forgive me!" he stammered, his face pale.
Cheng Guo withdrew his aura but didn't bother to hide his disdain. "If you want to keep your head on your shoulders, don't question Elder Liao again."
