Emperor Jianhong rose directly to his feet, swept out a hand, and spoke with unmistakable authority:
"Draft the order at once and send it to the Northern Frontier. Command Ji Qing and Shi Fucheng to select three thousand armored soldiers and begin drilling them immediately."
After saying this, an intensely eager light flashed in his eyes, and his voice sank low:
"I desperately need a resounding victory to raise the morale of the Great Sage Dynasty's soldiers and people!!"
"If it truly succeeds..."
Having said that, Emperor Jianhong watched Zeng Anmin's retreating figure slowly disappear, a hint of amusement in his voice:
"I fear I shall gain another Demon Subduing General!"
His words fell.
Tian Ji's body jolted violently.
He stared at Emperor Jianhong in disbelief.
He had never expected Emperor Jianhong's expectations for Zeng Anmin to be...
Demon Subduing General!
As someone well versed in history, he knew that the first person to receive that title had been... the Confucian Sage!
Northern border.
Wild gales howled, and yellow sand filled the sky.
It was the fourth month.
Yet the raging winds of the northern border still cut like knives against exposed skin.
The Demon Race was divided into the southern and northern regions.
The Myriad Demon Mountain Range stretched across the Nine Provinces Continent like an endless giant dragon.
It ran from the far south all the way to the far north.
From time to time, demons raided the people along the border.
The demons of the far south were held firmly at bay by the Jiang Kingdom.
In the far north, the Great Sage Dynasty sent troops to suppress them.
Shun'an City.
An ancient border city.
It stood two hundred li south of Wangkong Mountain, in the northern section of the Myriad Demon Mountain Range along the