"This won't be easy!"
Seeing King Ming Yang Gong fly into a rage, his military advisor Iron Mouth and the other aides were all taken aback. They thought to talk him out of it:
"Quzhou God-Bestowed King and Wuzhou World-Chaos King both have a hundred thousand troops and deep roots. They each command an entire region and have countless Noble Families supporting them from behind the scenes. They say there are even a few reclusive immortals helping them train their troops."
They discussed it among themselves. "When it comes to the troops we have on hand, we wouldn't even have the advantage against either one alone. If we go up against both sides at once, won't we be courting disaster?"
"Back when we set out to take Tengzhou, to put it plainly, it was so we'd have somewhere to retreat if either side had designs on us."
"..."
It was no wonder they were alarmed. Quzhou God-Bestowed King was no ordinary figure.
He came from a Noble Family and, they said, had been blessed by ghosts and gods since birth. He was immensely strong, with martial skills beyond the wildest imagining of ordinary people. On the battlefield, he had once gone out with just four servants and slaughtered a band of several hundred bandits to the last man.
He had made his name early, too. Before Yang Gong had even made a name for himself as the Grain Protection Great General, God-Bestowed King had already gained considerable influence and raised a private force of three thousand men.
Later, when Heaven's Mandate appeared and he was first enfeoffed as a king, he campaigned across Xishan Dao. In just a few short months, he had taken cities and territory and built himself into a formidable power. Most of all, he was vicious