But that navy was commanded by Marshal Tianpeng of the Human Sect! Tianpeng was a Third-Generation Disciple of the Human Sect and Martial Uncle Xuandu's only disciple. Still, he rarely appeared, so I don't know him very well!"
Yang Jian murmured, while Ren's eyes gleamed with thought.
Yang Jian had mentioned several names Ren knew: Marshal Tianpeng, the Heavenly River Navy, and the Ziwei Legion... Just hearing them stirred a quiet excitement in him.
Having his own legion meant having power. Once he brought over the experts from the myriad worlds, formed a legion, and found commanders skilled at deploying troops, things would get interesting!
As Ren pondered, Lei Zhenzi looked thoroughly awkward. "The Thunder Legion directly under me, the Gouchen Great Emperor, is controlled by Wen Zhong! Damn... What am I supposed to do? Wen Zhong is no pushover!"
Lei Zhenzi knew Wen Zhong well from the Investiture War. Wen Zhong might not have been especially powerful—at most a Golden Immortal—but his ability to command and deploy troops was formidable!
Lei Zhenzi was at a loss. Yang Jian shook his head. "Don't look at me. I don't know what to do either! You know what Wen Zhong is like. Only Martial Uncle Ziya can rival him at commanding troops! And when it comes to the schemes and tricks of the Mortal World, Wen Zhong is an old hand. I'm not confident I can outplay him!"
Even the steady Yang Jian readily admitted defeat when it came to Wen Zhong. Everyone who had lived through the Investiture War knew how capable Wen Zhong was at leading an army!
Ren shook his head. "Forget the legions for now! The two of us may be Great Emperors, but we don't have a single soldier to command. What's the point of thinking about