Inside the Metal Hall, the atmosphere was especially heavy.
On the central high platform, a man dressed in a Golden Silk Nine Dragon Robe sat silently at the table, staring intently at a small golden booklet on the tabletop.
The man appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, graceful and handsome, with an extraordinary aura.
However, at this moment, his expression was as cold as frost.
"Bang!"
A loud noise echoed as the man abruptly overturned the table in front of him, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the people below.
"Useless! All of you are useless!"
"Four hundred thousand troops! The grand four hundred thousand troops of my Da Fu Dynasty! Yet, they're being held outside a mere Han Yue City!"
"Half a month! A whole half a month! And you haven't even touched the city walls!"
"Their City Guard Army doesn't even add up to ten thousand! Aren't you ashamed!?"
Below, several ministers all trembled slightly, lowering their heads, not daring to speak.
