Chapter 1113 Send out troops!

The person who spoke was the patriarch of the Situ family!

He is also the father of Master Situ!

Situ Xiong stood in front of the main seat in the hall. The golden Qilin embroidered on his black brocade robe seemed to be burning alive by the anger around him.

His usually gentle and calm face was completely distorted at this moment, his jaw line was stretched so tight that even the veins in his neck were throbbing.

The palms of his hands had already been scratched with several deep red marks by his fingernails, but the stinging sensation could not suppress the rage that surged from his internal organs.

He has been in charge of the Situ family for so many years, and with his iron-blooded tactics and far-sightedness, he has allowed the family to firmly sit on the number one position in Zhongzhou. Even if the children of the family suffer some grievances outside, others have to apologize to the Situ family.

But now, someone dared to kill his brother and slaughter his elite in front of the whole family. This is not a provocation, it is tearing off the face of the Situ family and trampling it underfoot, and it is to shake the foundation of the family!

He couldn't help but recall the second and third brothers' usual respectful bows. His heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer, stuffy and painful, and even his breath smelled of blood.

"In the beginning, it was just a quarrel between the eldest son and an outsider. It was a trivial matter!"

On the west side, a white-haired elder of the clan was leaning on a dragon-headed cane, and the head of the cane jabbed heavily on the golden brick ground, each stroke seemed to vent his anger.

His face was wrinkled, his cloudy eyes filled with incredible anger. "The eldest son just said a few words, and the other party not only beat him up, but also killed the second and third sons! This is absolutely a vicious person, with no sense of reason!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, his chest heaving violently, as if he would suffocate in the next second.

In his heart, the children of the Situ family are the pride of heaven. Even if they make mistakes, they should be punished within the family. It is not the turn of outsiders to interfere, let alone kill them.

In his opinion, the so-called "dispute of pride" was just a quarrel between juniors, but the other party had the intention to kill. This was simply a trampling on the Situ family's century-old dignity and a declaration of war on the entire family!

He subconsciously touched the family emblem hanging around his waist. The cool metal touch calmed him down a little, but when he thought of his two dead nephews, his anger rose again.

"Having said that, it can be seen that the opponent's strength is truly terrifying!"

An elder on the east side, dressed in a green brocade robe, suppressed his emotions and tried to keep his voice steady.

But the hand hanging by his side was trembling slightly, and his fingertips were even a little cold. "The Tianjue Army is the elite of our family, equipped with top-notch armor and weapons. Ordinary cultivators can hardly even get close to them, and now they have lost several thousand in a flash - either they have the invincible strength of one against ten thousand, or they have an even larger army hidden behind them!"

As he said this, his eyes swept over everyone in the hall, trying to find a hint of confidence from their faces, but the uneasiness in his heart surged up like a tide.

He himself could not tell whether his body was shaking because of anger at the killing of his people or fear of the unknown enemy.

After all, the Tianjue Army had defeated an enemy army of ten thousand people with only three thousand people in a previous clan war, but now they suffered such a tragic defeat.

The other party's strength has exceeded his understanding.

He couldn't help but wonder if he could survive a single blow if he encountered such an enemy.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he forced it down, but a layer of cold sweat still broke out on his back.

As soon as these words were spoken, the hall, which was filled with anger just now, suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of breathing became clearly audible.

The senior members of the Situ family looked at each other, and the anger on their faces was gradually replaced by solemnity.

A middle-aged man sitting in the second row on the left subconsciously clenched the jade ring in his hand, rubbing the patterns on it repeatedly with his fingertips.

He is in charge of the family's military affairs. He knows the combat effectiveness of the Tianjue Army better than anyone else. He also knows the cultivation level of the second and third brothers. Ordinary people can't hurt them at all.

To kill these two people in one go in a short period of time and then destroy thousands of Tianjue soldiers, let alone any one of them, even if all the people in the hall are added together, it is probably impossible!

He secretly glanced at Situ Xiong who was sitting in the main seat, and seeing that the clan leader's face was terribly gloomy, he quickly lowered his head, his heart pounding.

In this dead silence, a young tribesman in a light blue robe stepped out from behind the crowd. He spoke timidly, as if afraid to disturb the heavy atmosphere in the hall: "Elders, and clan leader, according to the latest intelligence from the scouts... there are only three people on the other side, one man and two women, and it seems that only the man was the one who attacked."

As he spoke, he lowered his head even lower, his hands nervously twisting the corners of his clothes, and there was an undisguised panic in his voice.

In fact, this information was delivered to the hall half an hour ago - this means that the other party does not rely on numbers, but on real, crushing personal strength!

He could imagine that once these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall would become even more oppressive, but as a member of the tribe responsible for transmitting intelligence, he could not hide it.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt countless eyes falling on him, with shock, suspicion, and fear, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

The silence in the hall suddenly became more oppressive, the air seemed to freeze, and even the sound of the wind outside the window could no longer be heard.

A huge rock weighs on everyone's heart: Looking across the entire Central Plains, there are only a handful of people who can possess this level of strength!

Perhaps only those family and sect ancestors who have been in seclusion for many years and have unfathomable cultivation have such abilities?

An old uncle sitting in the corner couldn't help but sigh. He remembered that he had seen the ancestor take action once when he was young, and the power to destroy the world was still fresh in his memory.

Could it be that the enemy this time really has the strength of an ancestor?

When he thought of this, his hands trembled uncontrollably - if that were the case, they would probably be like ants in the eyes of the other party, vulnerable.

At the thought of facing a strong man of that level, everyone present subconsciously clenched their fists, their knuckles turning white, and a deep sense of powerlessness surged in their hearts.

None of them dared to say that they could defeat such an opponent. Even if they joined forces, they were not completely sure.

An aunt sitting in the middle quietly pulled the sleeve of her husband next to her, her eyes full of worry, her lips moved, but she didn't dare to speak.

She was afraid that her worries would shake people's hearts, but she couldn't help but be afraid. What if the family lost this time? What would they do?

But this feeling of powerlessness did not last long, and was replaced by the arrogance and confidence inherent in the Situ family.

The elder on the west side, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, suddenly snorted coldly, breaking the silence. "Only a fool would fight alone! Our Situ family is the number one family in Zhongzhou. We have many experts and many people. Why bother talking about fairness? As long as we can kill someone, it's the best method!"

These words seemed to wake everyone up, and the solemnity just now dissipated a lot.

A young clan member sitting in the front row slapped his thigh and echoed, "The clan elder is right! Our Situ family's greatest strength has never been single combat, but overwhelming the enemy with force! We may not be able to defeat him in a one-on-one fight, but if we mobilize a large number of troops to surround and kill him, how can we not capture him? Even if he is as powerful as an ancestor, he can't withstand our numbers!"

As he spoke, fighting spirit rekindled in his eyes, as if he had already seen the enemy being surrounded and killed.

The others nodded as well, the fear on their faces gradually being replaced by ruthlessness.

They may be afraid of fighting alone, but they will never be afraid of fighting in large numbers. The Situ family's background is not just talk.

"The Tianjue Army has less than 2,000 men left. Sending more would be a waste of our family's hard work!"

The green-robed elder from before also calmed down at this moment and suggested in a cold tone: "In my opinion, we should directly dispatch 10,000 family soldiers, equipped with the most powerful crossbows and formations, and kill them with the most powerful means! With the lessons learned from the two previous incidents, sending more people bit by bit would be foolish!"

His words were recognized by everyone. Everyone in the hall nodded, with fierce light flashing in their eyes.

The middle-aged man in charge of military affairs stood up and clasped his fists, saying, "Chief, there are still many magic weapons and formation scrolls in the family storehouse. As long as the soldiers cooperate properly, no matter how powerful the enemy is, they will be unable to escape!"

He said this with full confidence.

These equipments are one of the family's trump cards. They are reluctant to use them on normal days, but this time, in order to kill the enemy, they don't care about that.

Situ Xiong had been silent all this time, but now he finally raised his head. His face was so gloomy that tears could be dripping from it, and the bloodshot in his eyes was denser than before.

He looked at the commander of the personal guards beside him, and his voice was cold, as if squeezed out from between his teeth: "Send someone to the back mountain immediately and report this matter to the ancestor, let the ancestor know. Tell the ancestor that the Situ family's deaths cannot be in vain, this hatred must be avenged!"

The commander of the personal guards knelt on one knee, replied "yes" respectfully, stood up and walked out of the hall quickly, his steps hurried, not daring to delay for even a moment.

Then, Situ Xiong took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently. His voice suddenly rose, carrying unquestionable majesty, and spread throughout the hall: "Pass on my order. Gather ten thousand family soldiers, equip them with crossbows and trap scrolls. Assemble at the family square in half an hour and follow me into battle!"

"Yes!"

Everyone in the hall responded in unison, their voices so loud that the tiles on the roof trembled slightly.

After the order was given, communication talismans flew out from the hall and landed in various camps of the family.

In just half an hour, a dense crowd of soldiers gathered in the family square.

The crisp sound of armor colliding, the rustling of flags waving in the wind, and the orderly footsteps of soldiers intertwined into a solemn and murderous atmosphere that enveloped the entire Situ family.

Upon hearing the news, the Situ family members rushed over, surrounded the square, and stood on tiptoe to look inside.

A little girl in a pink dress took her mother's hand, looked up and asked, "Mom, why are so many uncles wearing armor? Where are they going?"

Her mother patted her head, looked at the soldiers in the square with complicated eyes, and whispered, "They are going to kill the bad guys and protect our Situ family."

The tribesmen around were also talking about it:

"This is the strength of our Situ family! Ten thousand soldiers, if we just pull them out, can crush many forces! Look at their armor, it's all made of precious materials!"

A middle-aged man said this with a look of pride, pointing at the armor on the soldiers, as if it was his own glory.

"I heard that the Second and Third Masters were killed, and even the several thousand Tianjue Army was gone? I can't believe it. Who is so bold as to go against our Situ family?"

An old lady frowned, her tone filled with shock and anger, "Our Situ family has been running rampant in Zhongzhou for so many years, and no one has dared to do this to us!"

"The clan leader is furious and has called a meeting of the top leaders. Now he wants to personally lead the troops to kill the enemy! Come on, let's go and see who is so reckless as to dare to mess with our Situ family!"

A young man was rubbing his hands together, his eyes full of excitement. He had long wanted to see how his family's soldiers killed the enemy.

"That's right, if anyone dares to mess with our Situ family, we will make him pay with blood this time! Let everyone know the consequences of offending the Situ family!"

A middle-aged woman said with gritted teeth that her husband was in the Tianjue Army and his life or death was uncertain. She felt both hatred and anxiety in her heart.

The clan members' discussions became louder and louder. Some were shocked, some were angry, but more of them were confident in the clan's strength.

In their eyes, the Situ family is the number one family in Zhongzhou, and no one can truly shake it. No matter how strong the enemy is this time, they cannot defeat the family's army of tens of thousands.

Not long after, Situ Xiong strode out of the hall with a dozen core members of the family.

He changed into a heavy black armor inlaid with seven red gems, emitting a faint spiritual light.

It was a protective armor passed down in the family, capable of withstanding attacks from the peak level of the Divine Emperor.

The senior executives behind him also changed into their respective armors, and each of them exuded a powerful aura.

The pressure from the top strong men made the air around them seem to freeze. The tribesmen surrounding the square subconsciously quieted down and looked at them in awe.

Looking across the entire Central Plains, few forces can come up with such a lineup.

Only a super family like the Situ family, which has been passed down for hundreds of years, can gather so many masters!

Situ Xiong stepped onto the high platform in the center of the square, his gaze sweeping over the ten thousand soldiers below. His eyes were sharp as a knife, his voice resonant as a bell, and carried a power that pierced through people's hearts: "My fellow soldiers! Today, someone has attacked my Situ family, killed my people, and destroyed my elite troops! This feud is irreconcilable! Today, I, Situ Xiong, swear here to kill this enemy and avenge the deaths of my people! Follow me and kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy! Kill the enemy!"

Ten thousand soldiers shouted in unison, the sound was deafening and reached the sky, even the distant mountains could hear the echo.

Everyone's face was filled with fighting spirit, and the weapons in their hands were raised high, flashing with cold light, reflecting their determined eyes.

The clansmen surrounding the square were also infected by this momentum and shouted together. The entire Situ family was boiling with excitement, and the air was filled with passion and murderous intent.