Between the nations of old, wars did break out from time to time.
Yet the vast majority of people had never experienced even a single war.
Watching the endless Ghost Corpse Slaves surge forward,
they were all at a complete loss.
None of them knew what to do. Quite a few even raised their heads to look toward Qin Shaofeng in the sky.
Yet Qin Shaofeng had no intention of saying anything more.
Everyone's gazes involuntarily turned toward Zhan Cangkong and the others again, hoping to find help.
Zhan Cangkong was young, after all.
Under the scrutiny of so many eyes, he immediately rose into the air, came to Qin Shaofeng's side, and asked, "Brother Li, their combat experience is truly too lacking. Shouldn't we provide them with at least some command?"
"Command what? Command them into becoming trash like you?"
Qin Shaofeng's words were truly blunt to the extreme.
The Hidden Star Chaos natives, who had been waiting for orders from above and listening with pricked ears, nearly had their eyes pop out in shock.
The Young Emperor immortal who had led them for a full year and a half was trash in this drunkard's eyes?
Th-this-this...
How could that be possible?
If even the Young Emperor immortal was trash, then what were they?
How could that drunkard have such a huge mouth?
Countless people wanted to speak up for Zhan Cangkong.
Yet the sight before them made their jaws nearly drop.
The Young Emperor immortal who had once been so high-spirited before them actually lowered his head in shame after Qin Shaofeng said the word "trash," remaining silent.
What did that mean?
H-he actually acknowledged that he was trash?
Holy shit!
Heavens! Earth!
Had they not woken up yet? Were they still dreaming?
How could this be possible?