"Since the war has begun, I won't disturb everyone any longer," Wang Hao said with a slight smile as he picked up Little White and turned to head outside.
Jian Taifeng grabbed hold of Wang Hao and said with a smile, "Kid, you have such a powerful army in your hands, do you think we would let you go?"
"What about having an army? Out of all the people here, who doesn't have tens of millions of troops? Are you lacking my five million troops?" Wang Hao retorted defiantly, that was his hard-earned base, and he could not let these insidious people covet it.
The people present rolled their eyes. It was true they each had tens of millions of soldiers, and some even had hundreds of millions, but their Cultivation levels were generally at the Martial Arts Sect, nowhere near the same dimension as Wang Hao's troops who were all at least Martial King Level 8 or 9.
