The white-clothed youth shared the story of how Jun Shenxiao led an attack on the Southsky Sect, and even used the lives of three hundred thousand mortals. Autarch Qian was very patient throughout the white-clothed youth’s story and listened carefully. He even asked, “So how did they lose in the end?”

“The other party seemed to have rescued everyone all of a sudden, allowing Li Wudi to kill my father in the chaos,” said the white-clothed youth.

“You’re telling me they dealt with the heavyweight first?”

“That’s right.”

Autarch Qian wasn’t afraid the Decimo Dao Palace would use this tactic against him. That was the least of his concern. 

“Father, this method isn’t viable. Even if the Decimo Dao Palace is unstable, you need to be a saint to enter. Even if we captured the commoners, there’s no way we can throw them in,” said Dongyang Ling.

“You don’t need them to be thrown in,” Dongyang Yun sneered.

“What do you mean?” Dongyang Ling was still confused.

Autarch Qian suddenly laughed. Patting...