"One can't be too greedy. Training 108 of them for you is already more than enough," Ye Xiu said, refusing decisively. "But rest assured, I will train the 108 Generals to be no weaker than you."
The Eight Great National Protector War Gods were instantly excited. By Huang Quan's logic, doesn't this mean the future 108 Generals will all become War Gods? If so, Xuanse's national defense will become formidable!
"Then we'll have to trouble you!" The Eight Great National Protector War Gods bowed respectfully. "If there's nothing else, we will take our leave."
"Mm," Ye Xiu nodded.
After the Eight Great National Protector War Gods left, Qin Qing and Chloe suddenly realized something was very wrong with Ye Xiu. His fists were clenched, his teeth were gritted, and his breathing was rapid and shaky. The whites of his eyes were shot with blood as he glared ferociously at Ye Tianming, as if forcefully suppressing a violent urge to kill.
