Even though the commander maintained a forced calm, from the slight chattering of his teeth, it was clear that he had not an ounce of fighting spirit left.
"After years of peace, has our Zhao Kingdom's army become this cowardly?"
An old general spoke in a voice that was calm yet lonely.
Whether we can win or not is one thing, but whether we dare to fight is another matter.
Upon hearing of the enemy invasion, we fear it like a ferocious tiger.
This battle was lost before it even started.
Since forty years ago, when the divine techniques were passed down exclusively to the Zhao Family descendants, not a single true practitioner of divine techniques has emerged from other family clan leaders.
