"Clang——"
Dragon Abyss trembles and gold light pierces the dark clouds.
Chen Sansi, clad in a white robe, gazes at the soldiers, not bellowing aloud, yet his voice resounds through Cloud Peak: "Soldiers!
"Do you see the main peak of Daze ahead?
"It is right there, those people who wish to destroy our Great Han Dynasty, the peaceful world exchanged with tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of brethren's lives!
"They want to seize Jiang Mountain, classifying most people as second-rate, they want to seize the land, once again filling fields with Spiritual Grain, they want the right to dictate life and death, can you agree to this?!"
"No!"
Over five thousand voices respond in unison, words like thunder.
They bear no Spirit Root, mostly mediocre Martial Artists, naturally nurturing a deep-seated resistance against the lofty Immortals.
