Chapter 2149: Chapter 2149: I Am the Commander Now

"Mr. Ye, there’s a situation ahead!" Just as Ye Haochuan was about to lose his temper, the second clan leader responsible for scouting cautiously flew over.

"Everyone, land and hide immediately!" Ye Haochuan ordered decisively, then said to the second clan leader, "Take me to check it out!"

The second clan leader nodded, leading the way, while Pan Muxiang and Ghost Spirit followed curiously.

After advancing thirty li, Ye Haochuan’s eyes caught sight of a massive troop.

This troop wasn’t composed of cultivators from the Heavenly Emissary Clan, but rather a group of ordinary White cultivators. Leading them were several clan leaders from noble clans, all at the Immortal Transformation Peak, with more than ten other cultivators at the middle and late stages of Immortal Transformation.

"A false alarm!" Pan Muxiang looked at these people, her voice relaxed.

Ye Haochuan glanced at her with an expression that suggested he was looking at an idiot, and snorted, "Idiot, do you really think just because they’re not from the Heavenly Emissary Clan, they’re not your enemies?"

"You’re the idiot!" Pan Muxiang retorted indignantly, "Given the Holy See’s pride, they would never stoop so low as to recruit troops from noble clans. These people might just be a bunch of guys agreeing to a brawl. What’s it to us?"

"Just because the Holy See doesn’t recruit, doesn’t mean they won’t go!"

Ye Haochuan said solemnly, "The Holy See is the ruler of this world, and countless noble clans would go to great lengths to please them for more benefits. Now there’s a golden chance to quell unrest; how would they pass it up?"

"That’s just your guesswork, isn’t it?" Pan Muxiang said disdainfully.

"Whether or not it’s guesswork, we’ll find out soon enough!"

Ye Haochuan snorted, then transformed into the image of a White person and flew straight toward the troop.

Before long, he returned, carrying a knocked-out White cultivator.

"Ask yourself!" Ye Haochuan tossed the White cultivator at Pan Muxiang’s feet.

"Ask away!" Pan Muxiang, clearly unyielding, quickly woke him up and asked.

The captured cultivator wasn’t highly skilled; petrified upon seeing so many experts, he wet his pants and didn’t dare take a breath before spilling everything.

Indeed, as Ye Haochuan had said, these people were heading to quell the unrest.

To Pan Muxiang’s surprise, these people weren’t self-organized but were recruited by the Holy See’s order.

"The Holy See may be proud, but they’re not stupid, right? How could they have not sought help when the battle is tense?" Ye Haochuan said contemptuously.

Pan Muxiang was momentarily speechless, and after a long time, retorted, "Knowing they’re enemies, what then? This troop has one or two thousand people, with seven or eight at the Immortal Transformation Peak. With just over two hundred people, we can only take a detour."

Ye Haochuan didn’t respond to her and instead asked, "How many people did the Sky Hunting Association dispatch to start this war, forcing even the Holy See to recruit reinforcements?"

"Not many, just over ten forcibly subdued clans, along with several thousand from the Sky Hunting Association..." Pan Muxiang thought for a moment before answering seriously.

"Just that?" Ye Haochuan found it incredibly odd.

Logically, the Holy See has ruled this world for so long, and their fighting strength can’t be so weak as to be overwhelmed by a ragtag group of thousands.

"Indeed, just that!"

Pan Muxiang replied, "But the Holy See certainly has more combat strength. For some reason, nearly half of their forces are scouring the world for someone, leaving their base vulnerable. My father saw the opportunity and decisively rose up."

"Scouring?"

Ye Haochuan instantly understood; he was one of the reasons for this war.

Previously, he was panicked and took the wrong path, leaving behind a false trail that inadvertently lured Holy See forces in that direction.

Moreover, the Holy See didn’t take this uprising seriously, hence not recalling everyone immediately. As the battle became tense, they had no choice but to target ordinary cultivators.

"It seems we must act swiftly, and defeat this Holy See troop before they gather the other half, or we’ll be in trouble!" Ye Haochuan said gravely.

"How to act swiftly?" Pan Muxiang, intrigued, asked curiously.

"We need to reunite with the main force and determine the strategy after understanding the battle." Ye Haochuan said solemnly, "Right now, we need to defeat the enemy before us and relieve pressure on the main force."

"Defeat them? Are you joking?"

Pan Muxiang said with irritation, "With so few people, you want to take down these two thousand? You’re practically sending our people to their deaths."

"If it’s your previous troops and tactics, certainly it’s sending them to die, but now, we have a great chance!" Ye Haochuan said confidently.

"Ye Haochuan, you’re too arrogant. Do you know what you’re doing? This concerns more than two hundred lives, more than two hundred combatants. I won’t let you act recklessly!" Pan Muxiang said angrily.

"I’m the commander now, so you have to listen to me!"

With a solemn face, Ye Haochuan exuded the authority of a seasoned warlord.

It was evidently the first time Pan Muxiang witnessed such a presence, momentarily unable to refute.

In her brief daze, Ye Haochuan’s orders had already been sent out.

"Squads one and two, flank the enemy from both wings, attack on my command, squad three stand by!"

Two teams composed of Nascent Soul and Core Formation Stage cultivators began moving quickly. Yet the doubt and fear were still apparent in their eyes.

With over two hundred people charging against ten times the number, it seemed like suicide. Not everyone possessed such courage.

Ye Haochuan didn’t give them encouragement but quietly observed the field.

About ten minutes later, two squads of over a hundred each charged at the troop like moths to a flame. Gripped by fear, ready to flee any moment, they advanced slowly.

The enemy leader tightened instinctively seeing incoming enemies from both sides and quickly instructed reinforcements to hold them off.

But once he saw the attackers’ cultivation levels and numbers, he smirked and ordered his men to wipe out the audacious bunch completely, then paid them no mind.

Soon, more than three to four hundred people split from the two-thousand-strong troop, heading toward the flanking enemies.

However, they clearly underestimated these foes; with the war formation’s aid, the two phalanxes were as solid as iron, impenetrable at equal levels.

To devour this enemy quickly, they increased manpower again, deploying several Immortal Transformation experts.

At this moment, Ye Haochuan finally spoke, "Squad three, push through the gap at the central enemy’s point and head for where the enemy leader is. Ghost Spirit, attack with your true form upon entering the enemy’s formation..."