My beautiful CEO wife-Chapter 1670: Chuifeng Battle Platform

Chuifeng Battle Platform.

It is rumored to be an ancient structure built by the nations of old to station troops and fend off foreign enemies. It guards the narrowest passage of the Demon-breaking Canyon, forged from solid stone, with towering walls and countless battle pits.

The towering city walls are covered with deep black hooks, appearing extremely terrifying.

On the ground, there is a one-meter drop between the city gate and the ground, and only by lowering the high suspension bridge that seals the city wall can people and horses pass through, which was the most effective way to defend against cavalry attacks in ancient times, apart from the moat.

Such a solid fortress was even claimed to have never been breached from the outside in the past.

However, this very fortress gradually declined after the rise of Martial Arts in Huaxia.

After all, a hero uses martial arts to break the law; deep courtyards and high walls may be able to stop the attack of thousands of troops but cannot stop martial artists who can use Gang Qi to fly over eaves and walls.

Thus, this Chuifeng Battle Platform, which once wrote numerous glorious and magnificent poems and tragic histories, was gradually forgotten by the world in the bleakness of time.

Now, all that remains are the ruins and remnants inadvertently overlooked in the blink of time, long gone are the majestic grandeur of those days when one man could hold a pass against ten thousand attackers.

Beidao Zongmi stood on the overgrown ruins and took a deep breath, suppressing the faint sense of tension rising in his heart. As one of the only two Martial Saints in the Beidao Guang Family, what he was about to face would bring him great psychological pressure.

In his heart, he was indeed unwilling to engage in this dangerous act that threatened his own life, but given the current situation, he had no choice but to do so.

Having enjoyed the majority of the family’s resources, it was only natural that he should contribute to and even sacrifice for the family at this critical moment.

Nurturing soldiers for a thousand days, using them for one moment.

This phrase from his cousin, the Family Head, standing in front of his retreat, left him with no way to refute it.

A gentle breeze passed by, bringing unsettling news from afar, the air filled with a faint scent of blood, the aura of slaughter. Beidao Zongmi knew clearly that those three were coming soon, and what he had to do was stop them here with his inferior strength.

Honestly, a quarter of an hour ago, he wasn’t anxious about the necessity and success rate of this mission, but when he saw the first line of defense of the Beidao Alliance being pierced like paper by a casual remark from the other side, his usually calm and collected demeanor could no longer be maintained.

He witnessed the scene of an elder, whose cultivation was on par with his, being severely injured and fleeing under the siege of the three. Maybe others wouldn’t understand, but he knew in his heart.

With such severe injuries, even if that elder didn’t die, he would probably never advance further on the path of Martial Arts for the rest of his life.

He had calculated countless times whether he could withstand the full force of those three when unleashing his full strength, and the answer was no, which left him somewhat dejected.

Even a single Long Qie, or any one of the three, was not an opponent he could defeat alone.

Then what was the point of him standing here?

In front of them, he was just a novice Martial Saint, what right did he have to stand here to prevent them from rescuing two people who originally belonged to them?

This war was not unanimous within the family, not agreed upon externally either.

At least in Beidao Zongmi’s heart, he couldn’t feel the necessity of this war. If Beidao Guang could ultimately win, that would be great, but if they lost, everything would be utterly lost, with no chance of recovery.

Placing all bets on this seemingly unreliable war, even with the largest alliance of Martial Arts Families ever assembled, and even with the Great Sound Buddha Sect faintly supporting them from behind.

He still couldn’t see the possibility of winning this war.

The reason was none other, Long Qie, Titan, Evil Eyes were not the reason, the strength of Sky Net’s defense, how strong their counterattack, were not reasons either, the Evil God Xiao Zheng who had reportedly died but was never seen dead was the deep-rooted thorn in his heart.

No matter how disadvantaged Sky Net was, as long as he was still alive, there was absolutely no way for Beidao Guang or even the Great Sound Buddha Sect to win this war.

He didn’t believe his cousin didn’t understand this principle, but despite understanding it, he still pressed the entire family into this gamble. Zongmi believed he must have been mentally prepared for this.

Extinction, flight, escape — preparing for victory still meant being prepared to accept defeat.

"Elder Zongmi, the Family Head wishes to speak with you." A somewhat sleazy-looking servant handed over an earpiece, his head lowered.

He took a deep look at the earpiece, then took a deep breath, suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and pressed the communication button.

"What is it?"

His words were somewhat muffled and indifferent, carrying no extra emotion, even if the one speaking to him through the earpiece was his own brother, the Family Head.

There was a delay in the response from the earpiece, the noise from the other side sounded somewhat chaotic, as if people were moving things around in fits and starts.

But Bei Daohai’s room would not allow anyone to enter without his permission, and this rule applied even to him.

After a moment, the earpiece sound calmed down.

Long after, Bei Daohai slowly spoke.

"They’re coming for you."

Zongmi did not reply, instead, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath before shutting off the communication and tossing the earpiece back to the servant beside him.

No need for more words, when Bei Daohai relayed this information, he already knew what he should do, and he had no other choice but to do it.

He waved his right hand gently, the air around began to surge, Gang Qi appeared, specks of blue light gathered around and onto his right hand, and moments later, a long bow shimmering silver and blue appeared in his hand.

In his left hand, he held a white-feather long arrow.

If you looked closely, this arrow seemed no different in appearance from the arrow rain Long Qie had faced earlier; however, if one used the perception ability of a Martial Saint, they would find that this arrow carried not the Innate Gang Qi from before.

But rather, a power beyond comprehension, at least in Zongmi’s current perspective, was beyond comprehension.

This incomprehensible power was what gave him the courage to stand here facing those three and was Beidao Hai’s trump card.

He knew that Bei Daohai was extremely unwilling to expose this method, unwilling to let others know he still had means capable of threatening a middle to late-stage Martial Saint.

But now, since he’d notified him, it indicated that the situation had deteriorated to the point where the trump card had to be revealed. Since this was the case, then there was no room for hesitation.

He raised his head, drew the bow and nocked the arrow.