Misjudgment

"Right now, our clansmen have only just been unsealed, and their cultivation hasn't recovered to its peak yet. Our numbers are pitifully small, too. Even if the Sun-Moon Federation's high-end combat strength is inferior to ours, its legions are extremely well supplied. Never mind all of them—just the North Sea Legion, the Central Legion, and the Southern Legion bordering the East Sea each have at least two hundred thousand troops. Add Shrek Academy, the Spirit Pagoda, and the Tang Sect joining forces, and if we really clash head-on, even if we win, our clansmen will inevitably suffer losses."

As soon as the Aquarius Star Dragon said this, the meeting room grew a little quieter.

Zhong Lingyue opened his mouth, wanting to say, "Losses are losses. How can there be war without deaths?" But when he saw the Aquarius Star Dragon's grave expression, he swallowed the words back down. He knew as well that what the Fighting Dragon Clan lacked most right now was people. Every clansman was precious, and losing even one would hurt terribly.

The Scorpio Star Dragon frowned and said coldly, "What's there to be afraid of? Soldiers come, we block them; floods come, we dam them. If they dare come, I dare beat them all back. Are you saying that with the Twelve Star Dragons joining forces, we still can't stop a mob of rabble?"

"That's not the issue."

Zhong Lingyue shook his head. His little milky voice was unusually steady, and the moment he spoke, everyone's attention was pulled toward him.

"We have to fight, and we have to state our position as soon as possible."

He swung his little feet in the air, counting on his fair, tender fingers as he spoke point by point. "First is the matter of legitimacy. You Fighting Dragon Clan