An age of great turmoil

One punch and two palm strikes stunned the millions in Hidden Dragon City, leaving them awestruck as though gazing up at a god.

"No way..."

Liu Bang let out a feeble groan.

King Wuhuan's might had already intimidated Liu Bang, but thinking of War God Wang Jian, he could just about accept it. After all, that was the defining trait of a War God. Otherwise, he would hardly deserve to be called a god and could easily be assassinated.

Yet even though Liu Bang had already thought highly of King Wuhuan, he had still underestimated him. He had never imagined that King Wuhuan would become so terrifying after activating his "War God" trait.

"What a pity. If the Otherworlder Alliance openly broke with the Wuhuan Faction and launched an all-out war right now, they could absolutely cripple the Wuhuan Army!"

At this sight, Zhang Liang was not particularly shocked. Instead, he sighed, his face full of regret.

"Cripple the Wuhuan Army? Who would dare court death at a time like this?" Fan Kuai spat in surprise.

"In single combat, almost no one could match King Wuhuan now that he is drawing on at least a million troops, not even a Loose Immortal. After all, individual strength has its limits. However powerful a Loose Immortal may be, his personal strength cannot compare with a regular army of at least a million. But precisely because King Wuhuan has drawn out the strength of Hidden Dragon City's army, those troops have now lost their ability to fight. If an army launched an all-out assault now, it could slaughter the Wuhuan Army as easily as chickens and dogs!"

Zhang Liang's expression stiffened, but he forced himself to explain.

"So that's how it works. If this were a battlefield..."

Liu Bang's eyes lit up as