A force of three hundred thousand was not frightening in itself; what was frightening was three hundred thousand troops led by Murong Fuhai. Murong Fuhai's military prowess was nearly unmatched across the continent. The title Demon Dragon Marshal was not an empty one.
In the hands of other battle-hardened generals and marshals, three hundred thousand troops could contend with five hundred thousand, or even six hundred thousand. But in Murong Fuhai's hands, without seven or eight hundred thousand—or even a million—troops, who could be confident of defeating him outright?
The Heaven Dou Empire had only around a million troops in total. If Emperor Heaven Dou and the others learned that Murong Fuhai had led three hundred thousand soldiers to attack the Three Passes, they would have to dispatch at least seven hundred thousand men. Then Murong Fuhai could turn around and attack the Star Luo Empire, leaving them to make a wasted trip.
As one hidden agent after another was mobilized, the "battle reports" on Murong Fuhai's army were placed on Emperor Heaven Dou's desk within less than half an hour. This was also thanks to the development of Soul Tools by the Ministry of Works. They had developed a fifth-grade functional Soul Tool transmission device that could swiftly relay information within a hundred li—swiftly relay information within a hundred li.
Bang!
"How dare they! What does Spirit Hall think it's doing, actually daring to lead troops against my Heaven Dou Empire!!!"
Emperor Heaven Dou was so furious that his beard trembled and his eyes bulged. The civil and military officials below all wore terrified expressions. One minister hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, Spirit Hall would not act rashly. Could there perhaps be some misunderstanding here?"
"Misunderstanding my ass, fuck you!!" Emperor Heaven Dou could not remain calm