Gongxi Chou suspected his dear friend Mama had gone mad!
She actually intended to resist an army of ten thousand with her own strength!
Why were duels between generals so important?
Because a duel before the armies could undermine the enemy's morale and boost the morale of one's own side. One fell while the other rose, and the effect was immediate. Scattered soldiers fighting on their own never amounted to much. Any powerful martial artist could charge through their ranks and back again, swift as the wind.
But once the morale of an army of thousands upon thousands was gathered into one—
Everything would change completely!
Forget charging through and back again; even escaping in one piece would be difficult.
But it was obvious—
How could Shen Tang possibly worry about all that right now?
Or perhaps she simply didn't understand how serious the situation was.
Her Word Spirit continued!
The wind howled, dark clouds gathered, and thunder roared across the sky.
"Zeng!"
"Dang!"
Four of the remaining words of the Word Spirit had already been spoken.
Her literary qi showed no sign of slowing its depletion. Instead, it was being drained even more frantically. The flags atop the city walls were blown flat by the gale, and ordinary soldiers staggered and swayed, unable to open their eyes.
Qi Shan cursed furiously under his breath, resolving to drag Young Master Shen in for an intensive lesson on the fundamentals of Word Spirits once this was over. She couldn't keep endangering people like this.
Didn't she know that the power of a Word Spirit could be controlled?
There was no need to push herself so hard every time!
And where had Young Master Shen picked up this bad habit? Every time, she used a Word Spirit that far exceeded what she