"If we were to kill Yu Chengbo and Mao Wuwei, how much do you think the Rong Clan's odds of victory would improve?"
Song Changsheng's words hung in the air. Rong Shaoyuan's brow furrowed for a moment before relaxing. He calmly raised his wine cup and said, "Both Yu Chengbo and Mao Wuwei are veteran Foundation Establishment Cultivators with endless tricks up their sleeves. Killing them isn't something one can accomplish with mere words."
Seeing his attitude, Song Changsheng felt reassured. A slight smile touched his lips as he said, "Fellow Daoist Rong, you are an intelligent man. The Lieyang Sect's greatest advantage on the battlefield is none other than the Little Four Symbols Battle Formation."
"But now, the Lieyang Sect's forces in Bian Province have suffered a devastating blow. Only those three old timers remain, which means they can no longer form the Little Four Symbols Formation. It's as if one of their arms has been cut off."
