"Yes." Gu Shengtian and Nangong Lan replied indifferently and stopped talking. They didn't even bother to raise their heads to look at him. They were extremely conceited.
Ye Qinghan and Jue Wuxin were both people with strong minds. They wouldn't be affected by this kind of thing.
Looking over, Ye Qinghan discovered that the two of them were actually reading the Secret History of the Nine Worlds. One copy was split into two, and each of them was reading half of it.
"Left General, Saint Jue, my two senior brothers and sister are pure people who are only interested in history. They often tell me that history is a mirror to the emperor's heart. I hope you don't mind." The Fourth Prince smiled and explained.
"Saint? Shameless boasting. You know a little about the art of war and you dare to call yourself the Military Saint after winning a few battles. Aren't you a little too arrogant? " Nangong Lan raised her eyes. Her sharp face was like a work of God. She looked at Jue Wuxin with her big eyes and asked coldly.
"It's just a name. I can't stop others from calling me that. If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to listen." Jue Wuxin said indifferently.
"Arrogant to the extreme. Since you can accept the title of 'Military Saint', you must have some ability. Then let me test you. Using the Great Wilderness as a mirror, the Great Wilderness War's leader was defeated and died tragically in the world. His subordinate, Yan Ao, fought the last battle that resounded through the ages. He fought the Realm Army with a million soldiers. It was a crushing defeat, but it was also a victory. His opponent was the ancestor of the Snow Empire. Mister Ling Yan, if you were given a Realm Army, what would you do to achieve a complete victory over the Great Wilderness Domain?" Nangong Lan asked coldly.
"Both of you were called Military Saints back then. If it was anyone else today, they wouldn't be able to do what they did back then." Jue Wuxin replied firmly.
"You don't even dare to say that you can win against a million. Why do you dare to accept the title of Military Saint?" Nangong Lan retorted, as if she didn't mean to insult the title of Military Saint.
Ye Qinghan snorted coldly in his heart. Yan Ao was the strongest commander under his command. He was strong enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Desolate Peng and Dragon's Resentment. Fighting against ten million Realm Army with a million death warriors. If it was anyone else, they wouldn't be able to do what Ling Yan did. Nangong Lan might be strong, but it was just a theory.
"Daoist Nangong, do you think you can do better than Senior Ling Yan?" Jue Wuxin frowned and asked rhetorically. There was a trace of displeasure and disgust in his tone, even if the other party was an extremely beautiful woman. He was familiar with history and had studied the battle of that year. The two sides had set up a great formation in the Great Wasteland Domain and fought until rivers of blood flowed. More than half of the Snow Realm Army had died and the death warriors of the Great Wasteland Domain had been completely wiped out in that battle! Fighting one against ten, whether it was Yan Ao or Ling Yan, they were both top notch military Saints. They definitely did not understand those military Saints, so they would not allow others to humiliate them.
"Using history as a mirror, if I didn't study that battle of that year for so many years, I naturally wouldn't dare to claim victory. However, after so many years, with the formation of that year right before my eyes, why wouldn't I dare to say that I can do better?" Nangong Lan proudly said.
The argument between the two Virtuous Paragons immediately attracted the attention of everyone. One after another, they gathered around to see what was going on.
Gu Shengtian looked at the two of them with interest and did not stop them. The Fourth Prince wanted to stop them, but he was stopped by him.
Ye Qinghan coldly looked at the battle between Nangong Lan and Jue Wuxin. No matter which one of them was, it was impossible for them to be compared to Yan Ao. If the two of them went back in time, they would only be Yan Ao's teleportation soldiers at most. After all, Yan Ao had followed him to conquer the seven realms and fought countless battles. His experience was far greater than them, who only knew how to talk on paper.
"Jue Wuxin, you will be Yan Ao, and I will be Ancestor Ling Yan. See if I can annihilate your army with the fastest speed and the least damage!" Nangong Lan proudly challenged Jue Wuxin. She wanted to suppress Jue Wuxin's arrogance and subdue him with a strong attitude.
"If our cultivations are not on the same level, how can we display the brilliance of that year?" Jue Wuxin shook his head. He wasn't afraid of Nangong Lan, but he felt that she was looking down on Yan Ao. Although the other party was from the Great Wasteland Domain, heroes were always worthy of respect. A person who didn't respect heroes wouldn't be strong.
"I can suppress my cultivation to be on the same level as you. Yan Ao and Ancestor Ling Yan should be on the same level. This shouldn't be a problem, right? You will use a thousand slaves to fight against my ten thousand imperial guards. As long as you win, a thousand of the strongest slaves will become commoners. Their fighting spirit should be on the same level as the Great Wasteland Domain. I won't take advantage of you. "Nangong Lan firmly said.
Ye Qinghan didn't know what happened later, but according to the historical war they talked about, Yan Ao's defeat and tragic death meant that the Great Wasteland Domain had lost their resistance and was finally annihilated. He wanted to know how tragic the last war was!
"Agree to her." Ye Qinghan said in a deep voice.
Jue Wuxin looked at Ye Qinghan and the Fourth Prince. Seeing that both of them agreed, he said, "As you wish, if your imperial guards can still have five thousand people left, it will be my loss!"
"If you can kill three thousand, it will be my loss! If I can't capture you alive, it will also be my loss. "Nangong Lan disdainfully said.
Soon, the Fourth Prince and his men brought over one thousand relatively strong Giant God experts from the slave camp. These were all slaves who had been captured from the outside world. In terms of cultivation and combat experience, they were not inferior to the Imperial Army. At this moment, they were expressionless and had lost their will to fight. Looking like they were waiting for death, they aimlessly followed the Fourth Prince and the others out of the Holy City under the lead of ten thousand Imperial Army soldiers.
"Give me one night. I want to train them. Give me a certain amount of resources. It should be enough for them to recover their energy in a short time. We will fight tomorrow at noon." Jue Wuxin firmly said.
The slaves were stunned. They looked at Jue Wuxin without any emotion.
"I am Jue Wuxin, the former Thousand-man Commander of the Snow Domain Army. Now, I will take you to fight to the death. If you win, I will return your freedom. I will personally send you back to your mother world. If you lose, we will die together! All of you, be alert! "Jue Wuxin sternly shouted.
The eyes of the thousand slaves immediately lit up. They looked at Jue Wuxin as if they were dreaming.
"I am the Snow Empire's Fourth Prince. General Jue's words are my words. If you can win, I will immediately return your freedom!" The Fourth Prince indifferently said.
Hua …
The slaves were in an uproar. Some were surprised and some were happy. They originally thought that they would be slaves for the rest of their lives and become cannon fodder. They never thought that there would be a chance to regain their freedom. How could they not become death warriors and fight!
"You are all part of the Snow Domain Army. I believe you all know about the battle between the Great Wasteland Domain's Mister Yan Ao and our Senior Ling Yan. One against ten. Although the entire army was annihilated, more than half of the Snow Domain Army was killed. Today, we will fight against ten thousand Forbidden Army. As long as you can kill three thousand Forbidden Army, you will be free. If you can't do it, you will die! I am asking you now, do you still have the will to fight? Do you still want to live to see your loved ones? "Jue Wuxin angrily shouted.
"Yes!"
The thousand slaves were overjoyed. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity! It was better than being slaves for the rest of their lives.
Very quickly, Jue Wuxin arranged the battle according to the situation of that year. The thousand slaves accelerated their training and practiced their cooperation.
Ye Qinghan stared at the slave army. He saw that this formation was indeed made by Yan Ao. However, it lacked the charm. However, Jue Wuxin was not Yan Ao. It was already very good that he could do this.
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