On the walls of South Gate Pass in Shangyu County, Guo Feng listened to Old Liu's "greetings" without blushing, losing his breath, or showing the slightest anger. He merely called back, "When two armies clash, what matters is their commanders' ability and whether their soldiers will fight with their lives on the line. Can that impregnable wall of mine collapse just because you wag your tongue?"
"Little Prince Huai, Dragon Head of the Green Camp, listen well! I have ninety thousand elite troops in Shangyu County, and a Fifth-Grade City-Guarding Grand Formation! Its interior is like a furnace. However many Supernatural Ability Users you send, it can refine them all in one batch!"
"A mere bandit army dreaming of taking my vital frontier stronghold? What a fool's dream! Even if both your fathers were still alive, they wouldn't have that ability!"
"Withdraw at once and go home to suck your wet nurses' tits! There's plenty to fill your bellies!"
"...!"
Guo Feng was an old hand at trading insults. After years commanding troops and specializing in defending cities, he had already heard eight generations of his ancestors cursed to pieces. He was the sort who was "immune to magic attacks."
Several miles away, at the front of the army, Ren Ye looked at the Dragon Head in surprise. "He has ninety thousand elite troops? And a Fifth-Grade City-Guarding Grand Formation?"
"Hmph, anyone can brag." Sitting on horseback, the Dragon Head said calmly, her pretty face unruffled, "Ninety thousand elite troops, my ass. Before the battle, that perpetually late Third Prince sent word that Shangyu County had eighty thousand soldiers at most, and quite a few were hastily conscripted bodies making up the numbers. The Fifth-Grade City-Guarding Grand Formation is real, though. The previous leader of the Celestial Surveillance Bureau refined