Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8387: 364 beating _1

Indeed, Zhao Hai's remarks held a bit of overstatement. The major sects had certainly considered eliminating the minor factions nearby, yet none had ever pulled it off. That said, it didn't harm their standing at all, since their power stood out plainly for everyone. Even if the Blood Slaughter Sect failed to crush the 13 Family Alliance in a single strike this round, it wouldn't pose an issue. At present, not a single sect would dare to belittle the Blood Slaughter Sect. After all, it had been in a completely unfavorable spot. Simply holding off the onslaughts from the big sects was proof enough of the Blood Slaughter Sect's prowess.

Zhao Hai spoke those words mainly to jolt the group into awareness. He aimed to make them grasp that relaxation and disdain weren't options right now. Lately, he'd noticed how the fresh triumph and reclaiming the Western Defense Line had sparked some cockiness among them. They were starting to view the world's champions with scorn. Such an attitude was utterly unacceptable. Overconfident troops always met defeat—a truth everyone knew well. That's why he needed to issue this caution to them.

Cold sweat dripped down the heads of the listeners upon hearing Zhao Hai. His warning had genuinely shaken them. Should their oversight lead to failure in the Blood Slaughter Sect's assault on the 13 Family Alliance, they'd etch themselves as the sect's forever villains. Bearing that guilt would be beyond them.

Zhao Hai eyed the assembly and let out a snort. “Today marks our celebration day, but just for today. Once you return, tell everyone to stay vigilant. If anybody drags us down during the strike on the Thirteen Families Alliance, I'll handle them myself. Got it?”

“Yes, Commander, we get it!” they chorused back together. Though the Western Defense Line conflict had wrapped up and Zhao Hai's command role had officially ended, the authority he'd earned over time commanded deep respect and a touch of awe from all. Deep down, they still saw him as their leader, their boss.

Right then, a white glow flickered from the teleportation array. Moments later, several shapes materialized there. Zhao Hai leaped to his feet and barked at the others, “Come with me. The Sect Master and company have arrived. Let's greet them!” The others swiftly agreed and trailed after Zhao Hai outside. Excitement buzzed through many of them.

As Zhao Hai and his followers exited the hall and reached the teleportation array's edge, they spotted the Sect Master and his group standing nearby, grins lighting their faces. They gazed at the sights across Blood Mountain Island, at the joyful crowds. Overwhelmed by bliss, most folks overlooked the array and the Sect Master's presence. Naturally, those who did catch on bowed right away to him.

By now, Zhao Hai and the rest had drawn near. Islanders too had spied the Sect Master and others, dropping into bows toward him at once. Zhao Hai guided his team to the array's side and bowed as well to the Sect Master. Then he called out, “Core disciple Zhao Hai salutes the Sect Master, Elders, and Island Masters!”

Thousand Blades eyed Zhao Hai and burst into laughter. “Hahahaha, excellent, Zhao Hai. You're a fine lad. You haven't shamed us one bit. My agreement to your terms wasn't wasted, nor was my faith in you. Hahaha, well done, kid, truly outstanding.” With that, he clapped Zhao Hai on the shoulder.

“Your trust means everything, Sect Head. Without it, I couldn't have achieved this. Please, Sect Head, Elders, this way.” Zhao Hai promptly clasped his fists. He stepped aside after speaking, gesturing them forward. The Sect Master nodded and advanced, with the trailing Elders close behind. Island Masters from the Western Defense Line's isles, plus even Lei Sui, came along.

Zhao Hai hurried ahead to steer them toward the meeting hall. The place remained intact, thanks to the foes fleeing with scant fightback. It was perfect timing to host the Sect Master and others inside. Any later, and suitable lodging might have vanished.

Lei Gang brought up the rear of the procession. He watched Zhao Hai up front and grinned. Zhao Hai's showing pleased him greatly. This pupil of his shone brightly—gifted in Cultivation, skilled in alchemy, adept with arrays. He excelled at leading and battling too. And now, the Sect Master held him in such high regard. As his teacher, Lei Gang swelled with pride.

The party reached the main hall. Zhao Hai ushered the Sect Master and others to seats. He then detailed the battle's outcomes for the Sect Master. Losses in troops, fallen disciples, spent resources, wrecked structures, ruined puppets, depleted crystals—all laid out precisely, point by point.

Such a thorough briefing from Zhao Hai was unheard of for the Sect Master before. He'd even tallied the crystal stones lost. It stunned them all. Once Zhao Hai wrapped up, Dao Qianzhan regarded him and declared, “Well done, Zhao Hai. I never figured you'd track divisions so meticulously. Splendid. We've taken heavy hits this go, yet we've secured the Western Defense Line and the whole sect. None in the Blood Sea Realm will dismiss us now. That's our biggest win!”

All present nodded along, Zhao Hai included, head bowed. Dao Qianzhan scanned the room and pressed on, “The Western Defense Line lies in ruins, but it's still ours. Victory, plain and simple. Next up, though, we hammer the Thirteen Families a lesson.”

Dao Qianzhan halted briefly after that, then added, “This assault on our Western Defense Line came under the banner of the Thirteen Family Alliance, even if various sects joined in. They spearheaded it from the start, drawing others to march with them. So we must punish the Thirteen Family Alliance, show them crossing the Blood Slaughter Sect brings ruin.”

The assembly voiced full support. None challenged the Sect Master's stance, for it matched their own burning desire. Blood Slaughter Sect folk never swallowed losses and bided time for payback years later. They struck back on the spot, grudge nursed hot. Thus, Dao Qianzhan's call to hit the 13 Family Alliance drew no pushback—only eager backing from all.

The Blood Slaughter Sect had endured a brutal stretch lately. War with the Dark Ghost Sect, traps from rivals, inner turmoil, clashes with outsiders. Outwardly, only that strife cost them visibly, with no clear gains elsewhere. Yet all of it left the sect's members seething inside. Now, unleashing on the 13 Families Alliance felt like sweet release.

Thousand Blades addressed the group. “This differs from the Western Defense Line clash, though. We'll face the Alliance's elites head-on, not mere novice fighters. Worse, big sects might meddle too, so preparation's key. Folks, what's our opening move against the Alliance?”

Dao Qianzhan's query left them all taken aback, then quiet. They'd mulled it over previously, figuring no setup needed—just charge straight at the Thirteen Families Alliance. But his mention of possible sect meddling tangled things up. Prep was essential now, yet what form? It hadn't crossed their minds.

After a lengthy hush, Du Wansha piped up. “We ought to gauge the sects' responses first. They and the Thirteen Family Alliance mobilized jointly but got burned at the West Line. Revenge burns in them for sure. Skipping that probe and hitting the Thirteen Family Alliance outright would pull their forces alongside. We'd face a united front. Better: leak word of our revenge strike on the Thirteen Family Alliance and watch the sects' moves.”

Heads nodded in accord. Du Wansha's plan held merit. Spreading the news would force reactions from the others—they couldn't ignore it. Sharp eyes saw they'd backed the Thirteen Families' push against the Blood Slaughter Sect. Staying silent too long would tarnish their image among peers. Swift reply was mandatory.

With reactions in hand, the Blood Slaughter Sect could tailor its plans. Actions would hinge on those responses, decided once known. Thus, Du Wansha's suggestion met zero resistance.

Thousand Blades gave a nod, yet pivoted to Zhao Hai. “Zhao Hai, you've helmed the Western Defense Line fight throughout. Your leadership shines, so speak: how do we tackle the 13 Family Alliance?” He genuinely craved Zhao Hai's thoughts. Trust in his command ran absolute. Reclaiming the Western Defense Line so swiftly tied straight to Zhao Hai's skill. Without it, they'd likely still be mired fighting the 13 Family Alliance there. Not this clean sweep, foes routed and fuming helplessly.

Zhao Hai mulled Dao Qianzhan's prompt briefly, then spoke gravely. “Grand Elder's plan sounds solid. This disciple agrees fully. Still, if sects balk, we could negotiate a fix. Say, demand the Thirteen Family Alliance cover our damages or hand over islands. Should they yield, we'd base there and gradually absorb the Thirteen Family Alliance. Refusal means we compel agreement.”