Sikong Jing saw the disbelief written all over Old Zhang and A-Hu's faces, but merely smiled without explaining.
According to the intelligence, the Iron Horse Stronghold's chief was only at the sixth level of the Human Realm. Though everyone there practiced martial arts and there were many Dark Realm experts, Sikong Jing could slaughter them all if he ventured alone into the dragon's pool.
But he still needed to train his troops, so naturally, he would not go alone.
"Let's keep moving." Sikong Jing said no more. They could talk once they arrived.
But at that moment, someone behind them shouted, "We're not going! Going there is just courting death—we might as well die here!"
The moment those words rang out, Old Zhang and A-Hu's expressions changed drastically. The thing they had feared most had happened.
A mutiny...
These old, weak, sick, and disabled men could not see the slightest hope of survival. Once they were free from Qiu Ye's intimidation, they would inevitably resist.
Ordinary soldiers might not have dared to do so, but among this three-thousand-man force were some thorns released from prison. They would incite the others and trigger a tremendous upheaval!
"That's right, we're not going!"
"I heard you offended General Qiu Ye. He wants you to go die—why should we die with you?"
"And that exiled criminal—what gives you the right to command us?"
Once the first person spoke up, everyone erupted in resistance, hurling vicious words at Sikong Jing and the other two. Old Zhang and A-Hu's offense against Qiu Ye was already common knowledge in the City Guard General's residence.
Seeing the crowd in such an uproar, Old Zhang asked pale-faced, "Brother Sikong, what do we do?"
They were merely minor officers guarding Yunye City. They had never seen such a scene before