"Once it became a war of attrition, even Spirit Hall would suffer a devastating loss of strength, and might even find itself bitten back."
Su Yu did not wait for Ning Fengzhi to finish, speaking ahead of him.
He raised his teacup, took a light sip, and looked straight into Ning Fengzhi's eyes.
"Uncle Ning, you're absolutely right. The two great empires have stood for thousands of years, and their foundations are indeed unfathomably deep."
He set down his teacup, his voice carrying an unquestionable confidence.
"But you seem to have overlooked one thing-Spirit Hall is no longer what it once was!"
"I admit that when it comes to the number of soldiers, Spirit Hall cannot match the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires."
"But don't forget, on this continent, the true pinnacle of fighting strength has never been armies, but Soul Masters!"
"The foundation of Spirit Hall's strength lies in its sheer number of high-level Soul Masters!"
"I can say with full responsibility that eighty percent of the continent's Titled Douluo have now joined Spirit Hall!"
"Even among high-level Soul Masters of Soul Saint rank and above, sixty percent belong to us!"
"What's more, we have people in the upper ranks of both empires."
"Take the Star Luo Empire, for example. The Zhu Family, which controls nearly forty percent of its army, is on our side."
At those words, Ning Fengzhi's pupils abruptly contracted. The hand holding his teacup trembled slightly, and his eyes filled with shock.
"The Zhu Family..."
Ning Fengzhi knew perfectly well that within the Star Luo Empire's power structure, the Zhu Family was a bomb.
As long as the Zhu Family rose against the Dai Family, the Star Luo Empire would have a layer of skin stripped off even without Spirit Hall intervening!
"This..."
Ning