As Mo Yang's words were spoken, the distance Sikong Jing's one hundred thousand troops suddenly became agitated, their fury reaching the skies.
"Don't hold me back, I want to kill that old bastard."
They all went mad, wishing they could devour Mo Yang alive.
"Silence, all of you."
Just as the one hundred thousand men were brimming with rage, Sikong Jing's voice boomed out, and the crowd swiftly calmed down.
By now, Sikong Jing's authority had reached its apex.
Then, Sikong Jing slowly turned around and swept his gaze across the one hundred thousand troops, saying, "I'm going to teach you all a lesson now, no matter on or off the battlefield, you must always stay calm."
"Only with calmness can a troop become truly mature and evolve into a truly invincible force."
After Sikong Jing finished speaking, his sharp gaze swept over everyone, and each person instinctively lowered their heads.
His presence made everyone genuinely fear from the bottom of their hearts.
