The earth-shaking roars of Pingyi Border Defense Camp's hundred thousand troops turned the faces of Feng Jiumo, Tang Biao, Gu Tieqi, Liu Feng, and the others behind Ye Zhen livid. Their chests heaved violently like bellows.
This was outright robbery!
Robbery backed by force!
They wore the look of men who would attack if he refused to hand it over. Everyone was so furious their lungs were about to explode.
At that instant, fury surged through them all. They itched to fight Chen Keping, that shameless bastard, to the death on the spot. Never mind who won or lost—they first had to vent this foul rage!
Ye Zhen was no better off, but beneath the rage burning in his eyes lay complete calm.
Ye Zhen had seen plenty of shameless scoundrels. Though Chen Keping had taken shamelessness to the extreme, Ye Zhen knew very well that at a time like this, he had to remain calm.
Ye Zhen could tell that Chen Keping was not joking with him. If Ye Zhen refused to hand over the Military Merit, this fellow might truly launch an attack!
It had to be said that Chen Keping had chosen his timing well. The troops Ye Zhen had left behind in the camp numbered fewer than fifty thousand. Against Chen Keping's hundred thousand elite soldiers, Ye Zhen's side would surely suffer a crushing defeat!
Of course, if Ye Zhen once again disregarded everything and used certain heaven-defying measures, such as awakening a large number of Spirit Void Fruit Tree Demons, he might be able to turn the tide.
But the problem was that victory or defeat was not the most important matter in this conflict. What mattered most was the aftermath once the two armies clashed.
Such a major incident could never be suppressed. In