"Without us, they couldn't protect a thing."
Zheng Yue spoke coldly. She had never imagined that after devoting herself to Great Xia, even sacrificing her martial talent, this was the judgment she would receive from Jiang Li.
She, Zheng Yue, was actually worth less than these low-level martial artists, less than these soldiers on the front lines?
She did not deny their sacrifices or their fighting, but neither did she believe they surpassed her.
In this age of chaos, this dying world, human lives were as worthless as weeds. Only the strong could hold the world secure.
Without the strong standing tall and holding up the heavens, how could these countless ordinary people survive?
"Without them, what could the Martial Emperor Hall protect?" Jiang Li asked in return. "Who knows how many Space Channels connect the two worlds? If the Martial Emperor Hall alone could defend them all, there would be no need for those people to stand on the front lines, would there?"
Zheng Yue was momentarily speechless, and Jiang Li continued, "More than a thousand years have passed since the Mutant Beasts invaded. Everyone remembers the Longevity Martial Emperor. Everyone remembers the Martial Emperor Hall."
"You enjoy your lofty status, receive the world's reverence and faith, and control resources ordinary people have never possessed."
"So throughout that history, who remembers the martial artists who died on battlefields, in the wilderness, or even at the hands of your Martial Emperor Hall's lackeys?"
"Whose resources and renown could ever compare to yours?"
A look of utter mockery appeared on Jiang Li's face. "Yet you place yourselves on divine thrones, proclaim yourselves supreme, and look down from on high at the common people who spend their entire lives, and give those lives, to protect their homes and country."
"On the martial