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Zhou Meng shuddered and instantly realized he had misspoken. He hurriedly clapped a hand over his mouth and glanced around nervously. Fortunately, the nearby soldiers were still dazed, and no one had noticed his words.

Cold sweat broke out across his back. If word of that got out, he could be charged with gross disrespect toward the sovereign.

It was hardly surprising that Zhou Meng had lost his composure. Although he had seen plenty of experts, this was the first time he had witnessed someone like Li Chen, whose every gesture seemed capable of calling forth the might of heaven and earth, changing the course of a battle with effortless ease. The shock was simply too overwhelming.

Xu Zifeng appeared much calmer. He had witnessed Li Chen fighting supreme experts whose names shook the eight wildernesses. Those battles had truly rocked heaven and earth, like wars between gods.

In his estimation, His Majesty probably had not used even one percent of his strength just now. He had even needed to control his force carefully, afraid that a moment's carelessness might leave his own army badly shaken or injured.

When Sergei retreated to the temporary camp in defeat, the few dozen Personal Guards remaining at his side had all abandoned their helmets and armor. Drenched in blood, they slumped dejectedly in the snow, while defeat and despair hung in the air.

The entire force was like eggplants withered by frost, with not a trace of the fighting spirit they had possessed when setting out.

A blunt-spoken Thousand-Man Commander, his face marked by a vicious saber scar and still-wet blood, could no longer contain his resentment. He growled at Sergei, "General! I told you long ago that we must not touch Cold Iron Pass! Our repeated setbacks during reconnaissance were clear proof!