Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 2326

"Heroes and warriors!" Yang Jian hovered in mid-air as he faced the armies of all continents that had gathered there. Then, with a smile, he said, "I am Yang Jian, and I truly respect all of you for coming here to defeat the impending Raksasa Tribe and safeguard the peace in the Nine Mainland. However, war is upon us, and I sincerely hope that we can all work together and follow the lead of my military advisor, Zhang Jue. That is the only way that we could win this war!"

Zhang Jue leaped into the air as the last word was spoken and looked down with pride. Darryl was dead, and there was no other man more qualified to command them but Zhang Jue.

The crowd was impressed by Yang Jian's aura, and many of them took a breath of disbelief. The depth of his strength was unimaginable! It was no wonder that he was honored as the Grandmaster Erlang for thousands of years. However, though overwhelmed, no one responded to his speech.

"Yang Jian!"

Then, Dax Sanders strolled out to the open and asked, "Darryl hasn't arrived, and yet you ask that we follow Zhang Jue's lead. Isn't it a bit too early for that?"

Many nodded in agreement to the disclamation.

"Ya, Darryl is not inferior to Zhang Jue in terms of military strategies."

"That's right, Darryl isn't here yet. We can wait."

The majority of warriors, apart from the North Moana Continent, were close with Darryl. So naturally, they would prefer to be commanded by him, and not Zhang Jue. Most importantly, Zhang Jue might be resourceful, but he was also cruel and cold-blooded. Yang Jian frowned when he heard the heated discussion from the crowd. Darryl was dead, but he did not anticipate his influence to reach that far into different continents. Zhang Jue was furious; how dare those people ignore him?

Yang Jian laughed. "I know that you wish to follow Darryl, but let's think about this. The situation in the Chaotic Mountain Range may escalate at any second now. What happens if the Raksasa Tribe decides to attack before Darryl gets here? Would you still prefer just to wait?"

He would be a fool if he were to tell them that he had ordered people to kill Darryl. In any case, the man was already gone, along with any proof of the assassination. He needed to manipulate the crowd into trusting him. Dax Sanders, Chester, and the rest were rendered speechless with the dilemma ahead. At the same time, most of them were confused. What could have happened to Darryl for him to be that late?

Colt Dokko seemed to have realized something, and he turned to look at Gonggong, "Gonggong, weren't you supposed to be with Darryl? Why are you here, but not Darryl?"

Chester, Dax Sanders, and every warrior there turned their attention toward Gonggong. 'What is going on? Darryl and Gonggong were on their way here together. How did no one know about this?' the crowd thought.

Gonggong shivered as she became the center of everyone's attention; she panicked. Yang Jian and Zhang Jue were shaken too. One tiny mistake in Gonggong's explanation could unravel their plans.

"I—" Gonggong found her composure and explained slowly, "I was in a hurry when I came across Darryl. He mentioned that he was on his way to convince the Dokko Family, so I tagged along with him." Gonggong paused and looked around before she continued to say, "After we left the Mid Sky City, Darryl said there was something else he needed to attend to, and so we went our separate ways."

Gonggong struggled as she explained that. She did not want to lie, but she knew that she would have to endure Yang Jian's wrath if she told the truth. It would also create a conflict amongst them, which was the last thing they needed when the Raksasa Tribe launched their attack.

Chester and the rest did not doubt Gonggong, but they were even more confused. Something else to attend to? What could possibly be more urgent and important than the situation at the Chaotic Mountain Range?

"Look! Someone is coming!" one of the warriors shouted.

All eyes immediately shifted toward the track. A tortured figure was making his way toward them slowly, one step at a time. It was Darryl, pale and weakened, and he appeared to be limping in pain.