Jian Shang was human in the end, not a god. He still could not raise the butcher's blade against every living person without hesitation, and he also wanted to see what they were truly after.
"Perhaps the Huan King does not know the Ruan Clan, but Marquis Wushuang should know!"
Seeing the Huan King seated unmoving atop the Darkgold Wolf King, neither responding nor returning the courtesy, Ruan Lan straightened up, stepped forward alone, and spoke lightly.
As Ruan Lan continued forward by herself, the countless black mass of people behind her remained kneeling motionlessly...
As if they would kneel there until death if the Huan King did not respond!
"Your Majesty..." Di Wushuang was just about to remind him.
"The foremost surname of Yue State, its foremost lineage! The controller of the strongest Otherworlder Faction in the Vietnam Region. That faction is called... the China-Destroying Society!"
Before Di Wushuang could finish, Jian Shang spoke calmly.
"Uh..."
Di Wushuang and Ruan Lan both froze in unspoken surprise.
So it was not that Jian Shang did not know of the Ruan Clan. He simply did not care about the Ruan Clan—or perhaps he meant something else?!
"That faction is called... the China-Destroying Society!"
Hearing the hostility in the Huan King's tone, Ruan Lan closed her eyes, her face turning deathly pale...
Like a white lotus standing alone in the world...
Holy, solitary, mournful, helpless!
"Huu..."
Opening her eyes and exhaling a breath of stale air, Ruan Lan, whose bearing was gentle and virtuous, looked Jian Shang squarely in the eye. Her voice was hoarse, yet still carried the pleasant sound of youth as she said:
"Yue State has a total population of roughly 114 million. In this Sino-Vietnam Decisive Battle, the Vietnamese side deployed around 87 million troops. King Luolong, the