Struck speechless by the abrupt shift in momentum, Princess Tieshan clenched her fists, restraining her berserk nature to maintain her composure. Things were not looking good. Although Tieshan suspected that Xinzi potentially wanted to buy time so he could prepare a weapon of mass destruction, she never expected him to be able to summon immortal-level troops with a finger snap. What other tricks did he have in his bag? And who was to say that, elders in his clan or sect didn't have stronger methods to support him with?
Tieshan could never accept that a boy that reached such cultivation and battle-prowess at such age, also managed to acquire an army and immortal-level methods, all on his own. Mightier backers had to support him, and Xinzi counted on that assumption.
"At the very least, I can send our 10,000 years of accumulation out of this village, then set the farm on fire—meaning that you will only get ashes and scraps."
