This is probably what Xu Xuanhu's father talked about; being righteous without needing to be compelled.
The Chishui clan is diligently preparing for the conflict.
On the other side, the formidable army of the Aogang clan is gradually advancing.
On this particular evening, the western sky is awash with golden energy.
Three suns descend, yet it seems an additional blazing sun rises from the west, casting a chilling aura across the mountains.
Everyone in the Chishui clan shivers involuntarily within the formation.
This is the power foundation of the Aogang clan; their dominance over the Great Black Mountain is no mere stroke of luck.
Seeing the sharp golden energy approach, the Chishui clan realizes the priest's concerns were indeed valid.
The golden energy transforms into thousands of golden swords, falling like a golden meteor shower.
