And now, General Cheng's existence was extremely important to Wu Feng.
After General Cheng said this, the emperor's expression became even uglier. After reprimanding General Cheng a few times, he turned to Wu Feng and said with an unpleasant expression, "Then, according to your suggestion, how many troops should you lead to ensure victory?"
After weighing it over, Wu Feng said, "Your Majesty, I have rendered little service and my strength is inadequate, but I do possess a loyal heart. I want to lead an army of a million as the vanguard for this attack on Black Soil Country."
When Wu Feng said this, it was not just the emperor—even General Cheng stepped forward and roared angrily, "Wu Feng, you're far too bold! Do you have the ability to command a million troops?"
The emperor's expression was also unpleasant. He said coldly to Wu Feng, "Wu Feng, tell me. What ability do you have to command a million troops?"
In fact, with Wu Feng's normal cultivation, let alone a million troops—even tens of millions or hundreds of millions would have been no problem.
But now, in this land of opportunity, Wu Feng's cultivation, reliability, and even abilities were all determined according to bizarre rules. Under such circumstances, all Wu Feng could do was calmly face the emperor and say seriously, "Your Majesty, I know you're worried about me, but I have complete confidence in myself."
The emperor's pressure continued. Wu Feng could sense that at any moment, the emperor might mutate into a gigantic aberration and devour him.
Yet Wu Feng remained utterly fearless. He even raised his head and looked straight at the emperor, displaying absolute confidence.
The emperor stared at Wu Feng for a long time. In the end, the aura that seemed ready to kill Wu Feng