From start to finish, the cultivators of the Silver Moon Royal Mansion all wore expressions of arrogant confidence. Not a single one of them worried about one thing: whether they could actually suppress Zhong Ming.
"Hmph. My Silver Moon Legion has a hundred thousand battle-ready soldiers. They are all warriors who have clawed their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. They have fought bloody battles against Demonic Fiends, engaged in life-or-death struggles with insidious Evil Spirits, and contended with the Outer Barbarian Race for years. How could those cultivators who hide in their sects and train behind closed doors possibly compare to such an iron-blooded elite force?"
It wasn't just his subordinates who thought this way; Ji Hao was also supremely confident in his legion's soldiers.
