At the Yu Emperor's murmur, the expressions of the ministers who had been denouncing Li Hao changed abruptly.
Those who had defended Li Hao were also slightly taken aback.
When the youth first rose to fame in Liang Prefecture, someone had praised him, saying that this boy alone could match a million soldiers!
At the time, everyone had thought the claim smacked of exaggerated flattery. It was far too outlandish. After all, what did a million elite soldiers represent? Outside the Pass, they could sweep across the land unchallenged, looking down on all opposition!
Later, they discovered that it had indeed been far too exaggerated. The praise had gone too far.
How could a mere million soldiers compare to that youth?!
Could a million soldiers save Liang Prefecture?
Could they save Qing Prefecture? Could they save You Province?
They could not.
The Li Family had gathered three million elite troops from across the province, yet they had been driven back again and again in Qing Prefecture. In the end, they could only retreat into Qingzhou City and huddle there, relying on the protection of that supreme magic array to barely cling to life and buy time.
Yet less than a day after the youth appeared, he had slain the demons' leader, slain the Desolate God's avatar, and severed the countless ranks of the Demon Tide outside Qingzhou City with a single sword strike.
How could mere numbers bridge such a gulf in power?
It was just like the True Person of the Qian Dao Palace, who presided over Great Yu. No army, however large, dared offend him.
A million, ten million, tens of millions-it made no difference. Before a supreme expert like that, human-wave tactics were meaningless!
Even if those waves consisted of the finest elite soldiers, with Four Establishments