"Wei Cheng's aura..." Qian Yong felt his scalp go numb under the pressure. He nervously swallowed several times, his former optimism replaced by worry. He felt like his old life was going to end here today. "How did it surge so much?"
Jimò Qiu's actions had cost him eight hundred while helping the enemy eighty thousand.
Wei Cheng's aura was so immense now that he alone could stand against ten thousand!
Only after seeing it with their own eyes could people truly understand why Martial Gall Warriors had twenty ranks, and why only a 20th Rank Che Hou qualified for the highest praise of "one man guarding the pass, ten thousand unable to breach it" and "the bravest among the three armies." Just look at that aura. He truly deserved the acclaim.
Along with his shock, envy welled up in Qian Yong's eyes until it nearly spilled over.
He wondered if he would ever have the chance to command an army alone and crush the three armies beneath his heel. If he could, even dying on the battlefield would be worth it.
Qian Yong fretted, "I'm afraid things don't look good."
Shen Tang said quietly, "A 20th Rank Che Hou isn't some rotten cabbage you find lying by the roadside. Can't he have one last big burst before he dies?"
Qian Yong nearly popped his eyes out.
He stammered, "Before he... dies?"
If anyone else had boasted like that, Qian Yong wouldn't have given them a second thought. He might even have mocked them for being an arrogant frog in a well, too ignorant of their own limits. But the person saying this was Shen Tang. To Qian Yong, she was an even more unfathomable freak than a 20th Rank Che Hou. He'd known her for years, and it seemed