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    Hearing Gilmore’s words, Huston, Amy, and Yacouba were utterly dumbfounded….


    The Ice n’s army and the Ice Venerable Master were on the verge of attacking.


    Huston had asked for strategies to counter the enemy, and Gilmore nonchntly suggested they


    just carry on as usual!


    How could this not leave Huston, Amy, and Yacoubapletely bbergasted?


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    Seeing their puzzled looks, Gilmore feltpelled to rify, “As I said earlier, even if the Ice


    Venerable Master leads the Ice n’s army against the Golden Tower Empire, they won’t gain a


    thing, let alone destroy the Empire.


    “All Your Majesty has to do is order every citizen and soldier in the cities of the Golden Tower


    Empire to strictly stay within their walls. Not a step out. No evil force will be able to touch them, not


    in the slightest.”


    Snapping back to reality, Huston respectfully said to Gilmore, “Mr. Reed, I understand. I’ll issue the


    orders to every city right away, making sure no one leaves their city.”


    After saying this, Huston looked towards Yacouba andmanded, “Yacouba, notify all the


    generals immediately to carry out Mr. Reed’s instructions.”


    “Yes, Your Majesty,” Yacouba replied, and immediately left the living room to dispatch the orders to


    the generals of the cities.


    “Mr. Reed, do you


    think Fensville can withstand the attack from the Ice Venerable Master and the Ice n’s army?”


    Huston couldn’t help but ask Gilmore.


    Gilmore replied confidently, “Not only will Fensville hold, but we will also turn the tide against the Ice


    Venerable Master and the Ice n’s army, sending them packing in aplete rout.”


    A flicker of amazement appeared in Huston’s eyes.


    Although he trusted that with Gilmore’s help, Fensville would be safe, the idea that they could


    actually send the enemy fleeing in disarray seemed almost too good to be true.


    Huston still couldn’t believe it.


    Still, if it could really happen, it was precisely the oue he most wished to see.


    “Mr. Reed, you’re truly a savior to me and the Golden Tower Empire,” Huston couldn’t help but thank


    Gilmore again. Gilmore remained as cool as a cucumber: “It’s a mere trifle, Your Majesty. There’s no


    need for formality.”


    Then, looking at Huston, Gilmore continued, “Your Majesty, you can rest easy.


    “You and the princess should head back to the pce, get some good rest, and brace yourselves


    for quite the spectacle to


    Hearing this, Huston and Amy felt a surge of relief in their hearts.


    It seemed Gilmore was brimming with confidence about oveing this cmity.


    This allowed them to ease their worries as well.


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    Having discussed what they came for, Huston and Amy bid farewell to Gilmore and returned to the


    pce.


    A thousand miles from the capital of the Golden Tower Empire, within a massive mountain range,


    the Ice Venerable Master and tens of thousands of the Ice n’s army were recuperating in several


    large valleys.


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    In a cavern within the valley, the Ice Venerable Master was sitting cross–legged with his eyes


    closed.


    Besides him, the eight Ice Kings were all in quiet meditation.


    After an indeterminate amount of time, the Ice Venerable Master slowly opened his eyes, which


    shed like lightning, utterly captivating!


    Sensing that their venerable master had finished his rest, the eight Ice Kings also opened their


    eyes.


    They stood up, knelt on one knee around the Ice Venerable Master, and asked with a fist held to the


    chest, “Venerable master, are you feeling better now?”


    The Ice Venerable Master nodded slightly to the eight Ice Kings and replied, “Yes, thank you for


    your concern, my dear Ice Kings. I am fine. I was just a bit exhausted from the excessive use of my


    cultivation energy.


    “However, after a few hours of rest, I have fully recovered.”


    Indeed, after entering the Golden Tower Empire, the Ice Venerable Master and his army had passed


    through over a dozen cities,unching attacks on each.


    Unexpectedly, not only did they fail to capture a single city, but the Ice Venerable Master also


    expended a great deal of his cultivation energy.


    It took several hours of rest for him to regain his original spirit and cultivation level.


    Seeing that the Ice Venerable Master was unharmed, the eight Ice Kings breathed a sigh of relief


    and said in unison, “Venerable Master, seeing that you’re well, we too can rest easy.”


    Then, the Purple Robe Ice King addressed, “Venerable master, we’ve attacked over a dozen cities


    along the way, all ending in failure.


    “What should we do ne


    Although the cities of the Golden Tower Empire were well–defended by formations, making them


    difficult to conquer.


    If their mighty army could make a beeline for Fensville and snatch the emperor, they could turn the


    tide in their favor.


    This thought excited them greatly.


    “However, Venerable Master,” the Purple Robe Ice King paused, pondering a potential snag, “if


    Fensville is also protected by a powerful formation, what then?”


    The Ice Venerable Master, appearing to have an ace up his sleeve, responded, “If Fensville is


    indeed shielded by formidable formations that I cannot break through with my utmost effort, then I


    shall have no choice but to use the treasured spiritual weapon I’ve preserved for ten thousand


    years!”


    At this revtion, the Ice Kings‘ spirits soared. Could it be that the Venerable Master had an


    extraordinary spiritual weapon yet to be unleashed?


    Considering the Ice Venerable Master’s millennia–long survival and his emergence from the Storm’s


    Eye, it was hard for them to believe he didn’t possess some formidable spiritual weapon.