"Dad..."
It was the first time Xia Feng had seen his father so agitated, but facing the impending enemy, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
"Since they've come, we might as well think of a strategy to repel them."
"Son, that's the Yellow Tier Ninth Layer Martial Sovereign. I know your current combat strength can match a Half-Emperor, but a Half-Emperor is not the same as an actual Martial Sovereign."
Xia Naiwen held his forehead, recalling a long time ago in the Zhan Tian Dynasty, when he personally witnessed those Twelve Flying Generals take action, how they destroyed their dynasty, and shattered the world.
"We still have time, don't we, Dad?" Xia Feng raised his head, his gaze gradually firming.
"When soldiers come, we fight them back; when water comes, we cover it with earth. No matter what, since they've come, being afraid is useless."
