Just then, a derisive snort rang out. It sounded especially jarring while Tang Changsheng was still stunned... To be honest, even he had been shaken by the power of that strike.
He looked up and saw Yuan Wu, his face full of disdain. "A makeshift outfit is a makeshift outfit. You know nothing of the Military Arts of commanding troops. You've worked out a few scraps for yourselves, but what do those amount to? Watch my men..."
With that, Yuan Wu gave an order and waved the banner in his hand. His ghost soldiers made no show of force. Their Military Aura gathered just the same, but instead of flaring outward, it flowed entirely into the banner.
The banner snapped and billowed as though a strong wind had caught it, yet its power remained contained. At Yuan Wu's commands, the whole force seemed to become a single body. They advanced, retreated, and wheeled in perfect order, as if a Yin Domain sheltered them at every step.
Their drill lacked King Shangyang's terrifying display, but its difficulty—and its strength—was plain to anyone with eyes. It was far beyond what King Shangyang had shown!
After all, King Shangyang's method had only gathered martial aura for a single strike. It could not sustain his troops for long. That lack of stability put him at a clear disadvantage.
By the end of the demonstration, King Shangyang's face was shifting between Qing and pale. Meng Liangze, meanwhile, made no attempt to hide his shock.
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. The result did not surprise him.
The worlds were different. Ever since the great calamity in this world, Spiritual Qi had waned and the Dao Arts had faded. Even at its height, this world probably could not have compared with that "Immortal Realm."
The two worlds' ways