"Revive the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying... Army?"
"Did I hear that right?"
Amid the uproar of astonishment, the eight veterans of the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Army seemed to have turned to stone, their lips only moving in ceaseless murmurs.
For them, even preserving the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Army's Battle Banner was an extravagant hope. As for reviving the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Army, they had never dared even think of it.
But when he saw the fire in Xu Taiping's eyes and felt those waves of searing Battle Intent, Veteran General Jiang Yu suddenly could not help blurting out:
"I am willing to follow Taiping Divine General! Revive the Demon-Slaying Army!"
Once Jiang Yu spoke, the other veteran generals responded almost in unison, raising their voices together:
"I am willing to follow Taiping Divine General! Revive the Demon-Slaying Army!"
Even Gu Huai, the most composed among them, seemed to lose his composure, raising a clenched fist high and roaring:
"We are willing to follow Taiping Divine General and revive the Demon-Slaying Army!"
Those roars, laden with Battle Intent, exploded across the Drill Ground one after another like thunderclaps.
When the roars subsided, Wei Ming, commander-in-chief of the Azure Dragon Army, who had been waiting above the Demon-Suppressing Stele for some time, suddenly declared:
"Taiping Divine General, in that case, I shall see you on the Heaven-Demon Battlefield!"
Then the phantom image of his figure abruptly dissipated.
Huo Xuan, commander-in-chief of the Vermilion Bird Army, first burst into wild laughter, then called out:
"Taiping Divine General! Don't keep this old man waiting too long for your Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Army!"
As he spoke, the phantom image of his figure dissipated as well.
Bai Lu, commander of the White Tiger Army, spoke in the same icy tone as before:
"Xu Taiping, I hope you do not disgrace the Zhenwu