In the military drill grounds ten miles behind Marquis Xingqing's mansion, a troop of around ten thousand is rapidly assembling.
As this army gathers orderly and without any chaos, the ten thousand strong formation stands proudly in just thirty breaths, exuding murderous intent.
At the forefront of the formation, a blood-red war banner flutters, as if indicating that this troop will crush everything ahead at its command.
With hands behind his back, Marquis Xingqing, Ji Tao, stands proudly on the commander's platform, glancing sideways at Ye Zhen and asking, "Is this army's formation magnificent?"
"The formation is neat, the ten thousand are as one, with overwhelming killing intent, definitely a warrior's legion!" Ye Zhen replied.
"This army, named the Blood Lions Army, has been under my command for eleven years, triumphing in countless battles southward, ranking among the top ten under my command!
