"No! We won't agree!"
The old marshal flew into a rage, and the gathered generals thrust up their hands and shouted in response.
"No! We won't agree!"
The cries spread through one unit after another, rising and falling in waves until they finally became a unified roar. Thousands upon thousands of troops shouted as one without pause.
"No! We won't agree! No, we won't agree..."
There were hundreds of thousands of men gathered here. When hundreds of thousands shouted together, the momentum truly resembled mountains roaring and seas crashing.
The sudden eruption caught everyone off guard. Long Xiu abruptly turned and looked around.
The Sect Masters of the three great sects, standing amid that deafening tide of sound, kept turning to look in every direction. Everywhere they looked, men were waving their blades and spears, roaring without cease, the force of it seeming ready to swallow them whole.
Shocking! That was the sole feeling in the hearts of the three Sect Masters at that moment.
The disciples of the three great sects also looked around, all of them uncertain and alarmed. The Yan army officers and soldiers had suddenly reacted as though someone had stepped on a cat's tail.
Even Mr. Yucang, merely an observer, was thoroughly shaken. Once he came back to himself, he looked at Long Xiu and the others' reactions, then at the soldiers still shouting around them, and could not help revealing a thoughtful expression. He realized that Niu Youdao's influence over Yan Kingdom's military far exceeded his imagination. They were openly targeting the three great sects of Yan Kingdom without the slightest fear of leaving them unable to save face. This was a posture of turning against the three great sects of Yan Kingdom and fighting until the fish died and the net split for