Zhang Gaqi, being a member of the Eight Great Clans, naturally knew the depth of their foundations. To overthrow the Eight Great Clans single-handedly was akin to dreaming.
And Zhang Chen?
As a Twelfth Tier powerhouse, the upper limit that this Heaven and Earth could accommodate, would he fear the Eight Great Clans? Regardless of how deep their foundations were, only through competition could superiority be determined.
The power of the Eight Great Clans was vast, but was he a lone man without allies?
Was his martial prowess mere paper?
Although Zhang Gaqi was concerned about him, he received his concern, but he would never agree to retreat.
Zhang Gaqi looked at Zhang Chen's stubborn appearance and turned to Xie Lingyun: "Leader Xie, you know how deep the foundations of the Eight Great Clans are. Please persuade him."
