Although Tang Biao didn't seem to care, the soldiers behind him kept whispering to each other as they watched the Second Battalion gradually disappear into the distance.
Their words were full of envy and jealousy for the treatment of the Second Battalion.
"Enough, shut up!"
Tang Biao shouted sternly. Then, with a gloomy face, he led the crowd into the city.
While they were looking for a base, they constantly saw groups of Human Clan practitioners flying past them.
They all had valuable trophies on them, and they were talking about how many Heavenly Demons they had just killed. They were overflowing with pride.
Tang Biao's face became even gloomier when he saw this.
After choosing a suitable location and setting up camp, he entered the large tent and gulped down an entire bottle of strong wine.
Until now, he still found it hard to believe that Yun Fan had really killed two mid-level Devil Lord in a row. Even a late-stage Heavenly Master of the Human Clan might not have such a record.
Just as he was feeling melancholy, a platoon leader rushed into the big tent and said anxiously, "Boss, it's not good. Many soldiers have submitted an application to change teams. Should we approve it or not?"
Before Tang Biao could speak, another platoon leader rushed in and said, "Boss, you should go and take a look. The other battalions have received a lot of trophies. I heard that this time, they have seized no less than three million celestial stones. Now, except for our battalion, which is lifeless, the other battalions are full of fighting spirit and are in high spirits.
More and more soldiers in our battalion are beginning to get restless. It seems that they are jointly applying to change teams! "
When Tang Biao heard this, he was so angry that he almost fainted. If this situation continued to develop, wouldn't he become a platoon leader without an army?
It was only now that he realized just how powerful Yun Fan was. To think that Yun Fan could make him fall into a bottomless abyss without making a sound.
First, the other party didn't use his combat strength to suppress him. Second, he didn't use his official position to suppress him. However, he had made his current situation quite uncomfortable.
He knew that he had lost, and lost miserably.
Without shedding any blood, Yun Fan had killed him until not a single piece of armor was left.
"Sigh, it seems that I, Old Tang, have eyes but failed to see. I have offended an expert …"
Tang Biao's face was filled with melancholy. Endless regret had already risen in his heart. If he had known earlier, he would not have competed with Yun Fan.
Now, Yun Fan's prestige in Legio III was like the sun in the sky. Other than his First Platoon, the soldiers of the other platoons had to bow down to him.
They carried out Yun Fan's orders much more efficiently than when Lei Shan was still around.
To Yun Fan, the current Legio III was like an extension of his arm. Wherever Yun Fan pointed, tens of thousands of cultivators would charge forward with all their might. None of them would fall behind.
Even his First Battalion was in a state of disarray. More than half of the soldiers were already thinking of switching teams.
Some of the squad leaders had even thought of switching teams. They would rather be soldiers in other platoons than be squad leaders in his First Battalion.
If the squad leaders were already like this, how far would it be to become a platoon leader?
If that really happened, Tang Biao would really become a platoon leader without an army. Even if Yun Fan didn't dismiss him, he wouldn't have the face to continue staying in Legio III.
Thinking of this, Tang Biao sighed again. He gritted his teeth and strode out of the tent.
A platoon leader quickly asked, "Boss, where are you going?"
"To apologize to the Legion Commander!"
As he said this, Tang Biao had already walked out of the tent. His voice sounded again, "Also, don't call me boss in the future. From now on, our legion will only have one boss, Sir Yun Fan!"
Inside the tent, the platoon leaders looked at each other when they heard this.
…
At this moment, in the huge fortress in the center of Fuyun Demon Lord City, Yun Fan was sitting on the throne with his hand on the back of the chair. He was listening to the reports of the various platoons below him. He rested his chin on his hand and was about to fall asleep.
Seeing that Yun Fan wasn't interested in these reports, Zhu Fu opened his mouth and concluded, "Sir, this is the full report of this battle. In short, we have already taken down both Fuyun Demon Lord City and Corpse Demon Lord City. All the soldiers are now filthy rich. After this battle, almost all the soldiers in the legion will have their cultivation improved by one level!"
The other platoon leaders nodded excitedly. This was something that they didn't even dare to imagine before.
Even they themselves had a chance to step into the half-step Venerable Realm. They were only half a step away from the real Heavenly Venerable Realm.
One could imagine how terrifying the combat strength of the future Legion III would be. Even if they didn't include Yun Fan, the Legion Commander who had insane combat strength, they would still have nine half-step Venerable Realm experts, over a hundred full-stage Celestial Realm experts, thousands of late-stage Celestial Realm experts, and tens of thousands of mid-stage Celestial Realm experts.
These experts were almost comparable to an entire human army.
In other words, not long after, their Legion III would be comparable to the strength of the entire Flame Dragon Army!
By then, not to mention a mid-level Demon King Castle, they would even dare to fight a high-level Demon King Castle!
Today, the entire Legion III was filled with fighting spirit and confidence. They believed in Yun Fan's words, "Every single soldier of the Legion must step into the Heavenly Venerable Realm!"
Everyone was looking forward to it. When that time came, the tens of thousands of Heavenly Venerables of the Legion III would all come out. Even if the defensive barrier of the Primordial Chaos Continent was broken, the entire Demons Army would have to kneel down in front of their powerful strength!
All the platoon leaders looked at each other and saw the blood boiling in each other's faces. Because of this, just thinking about it made them excited.
"Pass down the order. Tell everyone to seize the time to improve their cultivation. Perhaps we will really have a tough battle to fight in the future."
Yun Fan was still holding his chin. He pondered for a moment and said calmly.
Hearing this, all the platoon leaders did not dare to delay and hurriedly responded. As for the reason, they did not ask. If the Legion Commander said to seize the time to cultivate, then they should seize the time to cultivate. Why would they waste so much time talking?
After thinking for a while, Yun Fan took out a jet-black ghost-headed saber from his storage ring. At first glance, one could tell that it was not an ordinary item. It was the Fuyun Demon Lord's Ghost Emperor Severing Souls Blade.
Looking at this ghost-headed saber, everyone's eyes widened. They knew that this Ghost Emperor Severing Souls Blade was a true Boundary Emperor Grade Spiritual Treasure.
Yun Fan looked at Wei Meng and said calmly, "Wei Meng, this saber will be yours for the time being."
Wei Meng was stunned when he heard this. He asked in disbelief, "Me … me?"
Yun Fan nodded slightly and said, "Yes, you."
Wei Meng stepped forward as if he was stepping on cotton. He trembled as he took the Ghost Emperor Severing Souls Blade. His eyes were filled with infatuation. He was a saber user and naturally loved good sabers, let alone this Boundary Emperor Grade Spiritual Treasure Blade.
Even his ancestor, Wei Xiong, did not have a Boundary Emperor Grade Spiritual Treasure. Today, he had obtained it before his ancestor.
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