The Blood We Share (A Plea for Monthly Votes)

"With the nation in peril, what do a few grudges between factions or individuals amount to? Surely the illustrious Huan King can see beyond them?"

Dongfang Shi's two successive rhetorical questions carried a trace of displeasure, a trace of teasing, a trace of disappointment, and a trace of solemnity...

"Worthy indeed of Dongfang Shi, worthy indeed of a guardian Lineage. I... admire you!"

Jian Shang reconsidered, then clasped his hands and answered solemnly with a sigh. His words came from the heart.

Indeed!

With the nation in peril, what did the petty squabbles between factions and personal grudges amount to?

The nation shattered! The home destroyed!

Without a nation, where would there be a home? That home meant more than a household; it also meant factions and individuals.

"According to my clan's ongoing investigation, the enemy force numbers a terrifying fifty million or more, a scale absolutely unprecedented in China's history. King Luolong's own army numbers twenty million, the Howling Moon King's fifteen million, the Mad Lion King's twelve million, and the Dragon-Tiger King's ten million. These include fifty thousand Beast General-level Forbidden Guards, two Crimson Dragon Elders, and others. They will reach this place in approximately three to five days!"

Dongfang Shi's veil concealed her expression, but her tone shifted as she solemnly warned the Huan King.

"Hahaha... even setting aside the Mad Lion King's death, what is there to fear if all their foreign experts gather, when we have the support of the two great trading houses and so many righteous volunteers?"

Jian Shang laughed with absolute confidence and answered loudly, with considerable arrogance, leaving everyone around him momentarily stunned.

On the face of it, the enemy already had five Beast Kings, fifty thousand Beast Generals, and fifty million troops. Where did Huan King Jian Shang get his