"Brag all you want; you might bite your own tongue," a discordant voice came from the ranks, "Zhang Menglong, we know you're skilled, but all you're relying on are those extraordinary talents behind your Ritian Sect and that level nine life form. What makes you think you can lead us?"
"Exactly! You're just someone with connections. The other legion commanders are all level eight life forms. If it weren't for connections, why should someone like you, a level six life form, lead us?"
"We came to the battlefield to fight, not to die, and definitely not to join you in this farce. We don't have a second life to waste here with you."
...
With the first person questioning Zhang Menglong, subsequent voices of doubt suddenly emerged from the crowd.
"Are you done?" Zhang Menglong wasn't angry; instead, he looked at them with an amused expression, "Any more opinions? If so, say it all at once."
