Inside Luoyi's Qiankun Hall, after the former Young Minister Lu Jian, now newly appointed Grand Celestial Master, tremblingly received the decree and gave thanks, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long had at least provided an explanation regarding the assassinations of King Wei Liu Wubing and Duke Wei Pan Shurong.
The next question was how they should respond to such a disastrous war situation!
Faced with Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long's question, none of the court officials, including Minister of War Ban Di, could answer.
Great Zhou's previous situation had been tense, with flames of war everywhere, but it had actually remained within controllable bounds.
But now, the assassinations of King Wei Liu Wubing and Duke Wei Pan Shurong had directly cost them the two most important battlefields in the fight against the Devil Race.
Most fatally, because of the deaths of King Wei Liu Wubing and Duke Wei Pan Shurong, the morale of the four million elite troops on those two battlefields had collapsed, and they had already suffered a total rout.
It could be said that with every passing instant, soldiers were being cut down.
And every soldier cut down was a piece of Great Zhou's national strength and vital energy.
The question was, in this situation, whom could they send over to turn the tide?
At present, no one had that confidence!
Thus, the entire Qiankun Hall sank into a deadly silence, a suffocating silence!
All of a sudden, Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long erupted. "What use are any of you? Must I personally lead the expedition?"
Prime Minister Wen Gang, First Prince Prince Huan Ji Ao, Minister of War Ban Di, and the others hurriedly knelt to beg forgiveness. Yet many other ministers remained unmoved, watching coldly as Benevolent Sovereign Ji Long vented his fury.
Every minister who could stand in