Tudege had plenty of objections to Yun Da's assessment.
Back when Wu State was powerful, it had recruited countless strong warriors of the age, then declared that it would unite the world and claim the highest throne. But what had happened in the end? It had fallen just short of success. Not only had it been defeated, its forces had collapsed like a mountain giving way, routed in a flood that swept them away!
The Northern Desert had spent all these years building up its strength. Surely it had a much better starting point than the impoverished sovereign of Wu State back then, who had conquered the world as a mere convict and slave? Yet in Yun Da's eyes, they didn't even have a tenth or a fifth of Wu State's ability. Wasn't that looking down on them a little too much?
Tudege wasn't the only one who felt dissatisfied.
Everyone present was seething inside.
But no one dared make a scene in front of a 20th Rank Che Hou.
Before overwhelming strength, even a dog knew when to behave.
Yun Da didn't care what they thought. After giving them a few words of warning, he rose and took his leave. It wasn't until half an hour after he had gone that the atmosphere in the tent gradually loosened. Someone muttered, "Isn't the Che Hou just boosting the enemy's morale and undermining our own?"
Even mighty Wu State had ended in bitter defeat. What sort of fate could await the Northern Desert, which Yun Da claimed had less than a tenth or a fifth of Wu State's strength?
Those words were downright ominous!
The person beside him said, "He's a Che Hou."
When you were strong, you could do whatever you wanted.
He didn't have to care whether his words