Upon hearing Xia Hong's words, Cai Qianshan's expression darkened slightly, and he turned his head, listening to the sound of slaughter coming from Jinyang City, a hint of gravity finally appearing in his pupils.
The sounds of battle were secondary; what mattered was that he clearly saw the group of Xianyang Level cultivators, including Cai Qiu, who had been hovering above the city gate, fall to the ground after a brief pause in the air.
"Air Restriction, the Great Xia has methods to restrict the air, even those in the Tribulation Body Realm are affected!"
At this moment, Cai Qianshan's heart, in truth, already harbored some regret.
He truly never intended to engage in a fierce struggle with the Great Xia; he just wanted Xia Hong to recognize the gap between himself and Cai Qiu, correct his position, and conveniently support either Jin Mountain or Wuchuan to plant a pawn in the Southern Slope.
Yet now, neither of the two plots had succeeded.
