The two were at a loss for words after Xiao Jie's verbal assault.
The key was that Xiao Jie's theory was just a guess, but what if the opponent was actually executing a tactical retreat?
The air fell silent for a few seconds.
"Alright." The Little Golden Man finally shrugged helplessly, "I'll take the lead then. After all, I have thick blood, and in case of any surprises, I can withstand them."
He wore an expression that seemed to say 'suffering is a blessing.'
This time, Emperor Shitian did not compete with him.
"Then I'll support you from the back," Emperor Shitian said, his tone much more serious.
"I'll handle the clearing," Xiao Jie chimed in, and the three quickly settled on a simple tactical division of labor.
The Little Golden Man stopped talking, took a deep breath, and his whole body erupted in golden light. He strode up to the massive Mystic Iron Gate, steadied his stance, and slowly drew back his right fist.
