Wang Daozhong exclaimed with great excitement, “Brother, since you’ve already reached the Profound Control Realm, why don’t you join the battle in Puyang? We’ve been stuck there for over three months, suffering heavy losses. At this point, it’s a matter of pride—the morale is crumbling! If you were to unleash your thunderous might and shatter that city, sweeping across Hebei to the capital, the entire world would tremble. Wouldn’t that be glorious?”0

Wang Daoning chuckled wryly. “Why don’t you write for the Tome of Troubled Times? You seem eloquent enough.”0

“Who cares about eloquence right now?” Wang Daozhong stomped in frustration. “We’ve been stalled by a single city and become a laughingstock!”0

“A single city?” Wang Daoning’s voice turned grave. “That city has the entire might of the Cui Clan of Qinghe behind it. Even their daughters took up arms, a desperate fight with their backs to the river. Add to that Huangfu Shaozong’s reinforcements, the Blood God Cult’s aid, and the support of the Yang Clan… Do you really think their...0