In just half a day, the entire Tang Clan community on North Mountain had heard about the Mi Clan bringing fifty Martial Ancestor Level warriors to the edge of the West Chongqing ridge. Coupled with the news of the Great Elder falling into a coma and the death of a group of Martial Ancestors from their own sect, the young masters and branch family heads were somewhat apprehensive and anxious. In panic, they hurriedly rushed to the Martial Hall to learn about the situation, eager to know how much chance their family had in the impending conflict.
"Didn't the Mi Clan call upon their clansmen to the battle from the beginning because they feared us?!"
"Don't worry, the longer this battle lasts, the more advantageous it is for us. The Tang Clan is bound to win!"
