At those words, the Xi Qi formation grew even quieter.
Many soldiers' faces were filled with bewilderment.
Now the Shang Army had hung up a War-Exemption Tablet too—were they still fighting or not?
If they fought, wouldn't they be the ones breaking the rules?
But if they did not fight, then what did today's thunderous march out to challenge the enemy even count for?
Nangong Shi's face darkened somewhat.
Wuji lowered his voice and said, "State Preceptor, this... why have they hung one up too?"
Shen Gongbao did not answer.
At that moment, it was as if a breath had been blocked up inside his chest.
This move was far too familiar.
So familiar it made him feel a little sick.
If he could use it, the Shang Army naturally could use it too.
The problem was, he had never imagined Wen Zhong would do this.
Wasn't Wen Zhong the one who valued military rites the most and spoke most of open, head-on confrontation?
How had he suddenly learned so quickly?
And that tablet had been made even more conspicuous than Xi Qi's, with even the shouting lines prepared in advance.
Shen Gongbao's expression shifted between dark and light.
"Wen Zhong..."
He gritted his teeth.
"You've learned this trick too?"
Before the formation, however, Huang Tianhua did not have so many misgivings.
He had cultivated in the mountains for years and knew nothing of the rules behind the War-Exemption Tablet.
Seeing that he had been issuing challenges for half the day, yet the Shang Army had actually shrunk back into their camp and refused to come out, he instantly grew furious. He wheeled the Jade Qilin around, returned to Xi Qi's central army, and requested battle.
"Martial Uncle Shen, the Shang Army is afraid to fight. We should take advantage