Afterward, the entire cityās Martial Artists began discussing.
All the topics revolved around one core issue.
What to do with the seven captured brigadier generals?
Will Lin Dongqi actually confront them?
If he does, what are the chances of him surviving?
Some Martial Artists also proposed several solutions, such as having generals from other corps come to assist or asking Yuan Longhan or strong figures from the cabinet to step forward.
But all were denied.
The role of the supreme is intimidation.
If Marshal Yuan Longhan steps forward, then the old demons of the Alien Eight Races Sacred Land will also make their move.
If the battle lines are drawn in human cities, the outcome will surely be catastrophic.
The aftermath of supreme battles is enough to tear low-level Martial Artists to pieces, not to mention common Martial Artists.
The Military Department has an iron rule.
If the battlefield reaches the Divine Land, the lower the rank of the participating Martial Artists, the safer they are.
After all, on the Divine Landās home ground, there are inevitably ordinary people.
The ideal state is for the strong to intimidate and shift the crucial victory factors to the lower-tier battlefield.
Having Yuan Longhan make a move is the most foolish decision.
...
"Brother-in-law, what about those brigadier generals? One of them once blocked a blade for you, and you remain indifferent?"
On the way back, Zhao Qianāen, with bloodshot eyes, interrogated.
His tone was not the least bit polite.
Boom!
All the way, Lin Dongqiās anger was suppressed to the extreme.
After returning, he kicked open the office door.
"Shut up, isnāt it annoying!"
Lin Dongqi rebuked his brother-in-law.
"Youāre a general, instead of thinking about saving your brothers, youāre venting on me?
"If youāre capable, go save them yourself."
Zhao Qianāen shouted back, face flushed.
Not capable at all.
Canāt protect his wife or kids.
In front of Cang Ji, he doesnāt even dare make a sound.
Whatās the point of being a Ninth Grade?
"Zhao Qianāen, are you done?
"I admit Iām useless, what about you?
"Bai Zonghui already broke through to Ninth Grade, what about you?
"Arenāt you claimed to be the strongest Eighth Grade? Why havenāt you broken through earlier? What have you been doing these years?"
"Besides bickering with me, what have you done!"
Crash!
Lin Dongqi smashed the table with a punch, then roared at the top of his lungs.
"I... you..."
Zhao Qianāen gritted his teeth.
He wished he could punch Lin Dongqi to death, but couldnāt beat him.
The office suddenly fell silent.
In the distance, many Martial Artists had matters with Lin Dongqi but stayed away, not daring to approach.
These two are quarreling again.
The Zhao Qi Corps had gotten used to it.
Zhao Qianāen was Lin Dongqiās brother-in-law, so he wasnāt afraid of Lin Dongqi; crucially, Zhao Qianāen was also the strongest Eighth Grade, and Lin Dongqi couldnāt do anything.
A few minutes later.
Lin Dongqi sat down and took out a jade box from the drawer.
"In three days, I will attend the meeting.
"Though Cang Ji is brutal and cunning, if he wants to breakthrough to the supreme, he must not break his promise, or else his state of mind will be unstable. As long as I show up, he will definitely release those Martial Artists.
"Take this Taoist sect pill, and your strength will be suppressed to Fifth Grade. Then Iāll find a way to send you to the wetland, only there can the pill work.
"In three days, youād better break through to Ninth Grade, or even if I die, Iāll haunt you!"
Buzz!
The office temperature suddenly plummeted, even the air seemed to freeze.
As Lin Dongqi finished speaking, Zhao Qianāen was dumbstruck.
Before he could react, Lin Dongqi had already immobilized his body.
Pop!
The cork of the jade bottle opened, and Lin Dongqi took out a pill from inside.
Without hesitation, he stuffed the pill into Zhao Qianāenās mouth.
"Cough... Lin Dongqi, what do you mean!"
Zhao Qianāen still hadnāt grasped Lin Dongqiās intent.
Heās going to attend the meeting?
And what is this pill!
"Yes, those captured brigadier generals are my brothers, how can I stand idly by!
"If something happens to me, you take over Zhao Qi Corps, but in these three days, youād better buck up!"
Lin Dongqi said with a stern face.
"A duel with Cang Ji will be your death!"
Zhao Qianāen was stunned.
Though he criticized Lin Dongqiās uselessness, he never truly wanted Lin Dongqi to exchange his life!
"This is my battle with Cang Ji, none of your concern, your task is to breakthrough, donāt think about anything else!"
Lin Dongqiās expression was cold.
"My cultivation... Lin Dongqi, what pill did you feed me!"
At this moment, Zhao Qianāen was shocked to find his cultivation level plummeting.
Indeed!
Genuinely falling.
"This is the Taoist sectās precious pill, the last one on Divine Land.
"The reason you havenāt been able to breakthrough is due to the lack of external pressure, but being Eighth Grade, itās hard to find such pressure.
"This pill suppresses your cultivation to Fifth Grade, then I secretly send you to the wetland, where you can feel the suppression of breakthrough again. Thus, the barrier thatās been holding you back will break itself, and when you return to Earth, you might break through.
"Of course, your current power is just Fifth Grade, if you die in the wetland, itās your fate, hope youāre not that foolish!"
Lin Dongqi said expressionlessly.
"Thereās such a pill!"
Zhao Qianāen was greatly shocked.
Indeed.
The reason he couldnāt breakthrough wasnāt due to lack of Qi Blood or insufficient accumulation; he just couldnāt find that breakthrough sensation.
This feeling is very mysterious, hard to grasp quickly.
If his power is suppressed to Fifth Grade, he could indeed feel the pressure again in the wetland.
Once he finds the feeling, he might really breakthrough.