"Haha, Master Duan Gu, you are also a smart person. I have already said this, don't you still understand?"
"The outcome of the battle between Senior Ao and Lin Xiao is actually not important."
Mo Qingqiu shook his head, chuckled, and said slowly.
Duan Yu raised his eyebrows, and a look of doubt appeared in his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life.
Seeing him like this, Mo Qingqiu continued: "Now the Northwest Martial Arts is divided into two, with the Grand Master Warrior Sect accounting for 60%, while the remaining sects like ours only account for 40%."
"The Zong Alliance has become a trend. Even if Lin Xiao is defeated by Senior Ao tomorrow, the Northwest Martial Arts will not be able to compete with the Zong Alliance."
"The two are at the same level. Even if Senior Ao wins, I'm afraid it won't be too easy. What's more, Senior Ao may still lose..."
After saying that, Mo Qingqiu looked at Duan Yu thoughtfully.
Duan Yu is not stupid and can naturally understand the meaning of Mo Qingqiu's words.
Now that the clan alliance has become a general trend, even if the entire northwest joins forces, they cannot compete with the clan alliance.
Under such a situation, no matter who will win in the Tianhe battle tomorrow, the sects headed by Jian Zong in the northwest will not be able to stop the Zongmeng's attack.
If you don't surrender, you must be prepared to face the Clan Alliance's attack!
"Then how do you, Tiangong Pavilion, prepare to stand in line?"
Duan Yu frowned and stared at Mo Qingqiu and asked.
Mo Qingqiu slowly raised his head and looked in the direction of Tianhe Peak.
He chuckled, shook his head, and then walked down the mountain.
"Mo Qingqiu! You haven't given me an answer yet!"
Seeing Mo Qingqiu acting like this, Duan Yu suddenly became a little anxious and no longer even addressed himself as the master of the pavilion.
"If Lin Xiao wins, Tiangong Pavilion will bow down immediately."
"If Senior Ao wins, Tiangong Pavilion will also bow to the clan alliance!"
Mo Qingqiu's voice slowly reached Duan Yu's ears, but it caused Duan Yu's expression to change dramatically.
Regardless of the final outcome of tomorrow's battle, Tiangong Pavilion will surrender to the sect alliance!
Duan Yu stopped thinking about it and walked quickly down the mountain. She also had to think carefully about the way to Silver Feather Valley.
Unlike Duan Yu and Mo Qingqiu, the strong men of the sect stationed near Jian Zong all had excited smiles on their faces.
"This time Senior Ao comes out in person, I want to see if Lin Xiao can still be arrogant!"
"You're right. I really thought that someone with the peak strength of a grand master could do such wanton things in our northwest land!"
"I really hope time passes faster, so that we can quickly see what Lin Xiao will look like when he is defeated by Senior Ao! Hahaha!"
...
As Mo Qingqiu left towards the distance, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes as he listened to the laughter and discussions that kept coming from his ears.
Although these guys are all great masters, their vision is a bit short-sighted and they cannot see the truth behind this battle.
"I hope you can still laugh tomorrow..."
Leaving behind a whisper, Mo Qingqiu left Jianzong's area and disappeared into the distance.
...
The day passes quickly.
The next morning, when the sun rose in the east, the Zongmeng courtyard was already filled with people.
There are fully one hundred grand master members of the sect alliance, as well as twelve elders who are late grand masters, and none of them are absent!
Everyone stood in the courtyard, letting the red rising sun from the east shine its light on them.
"Mr. Lin is here!"
Someone suddenly said something, and everyone was shocked.
Lin Xiao stepped in from outside the courtyard, glanced at the 112 members of the clan alliance in front of him, and nodded with satisfaction.