The figure of 120 shocked many creatures.
They thought they had heard wrong.
“How much, 120?”Someone questioned subconsciously.
It was not that they wanted to question.
It was that Su Yu’s words were too exaggerated and hard to accept.
If it was a sacred mountain, they would still believe it -- just barely.
But one hundred and twenty.
How could anyone believe it?
Dao Yuan had gathered so many experts and had fought for dozens of days. How many Sacred Mountains had he shot down?
Not even fifty.
Su Yu had led a few defeated soldiers who couldn’t even make a name for themselves and had actually destroyed one hundred and twenty?
It was truly a fantasy.
“Whether you believe it or not is up to you.”Su Yu said indifferently.
Of course, no one was willing to believe it.
“But from now on, I am the temporary chief. I have full authority over the ninth war zone and the third tribe. Everyone must listen to my arrangements. Those who disobey will be dealt with by military orders!”
