The ten Centurions at the rear, too, were brimming with battle spirit, baring their teeth and rubbing their fists fervently.
However, their own Commander had little desire for battle, watching the clash between the two armies with a tranquil heart.
Though Song Changming was not afraid of battle, he was not as fierce as they were.
In less than two hours, this battle had reached its end.
Such a one-sided situation ended quickly, without much tension.
On the mountain peak stands.
Chu Tianquan's eye twitched slightly, having just witnessed his own army's defeat, his expression was unpleasant, but he forced himself to say, "Marshal Hu trains his troops well, I concede."
"You flatter me, Marshal Chu," Hu Xuzhi replied calmly from his seat.
Suddenly, a majestic voice drifted from the throne.
"Chu Tianquan, I am somewhat disappointed."
Upon hearing this, Chu Tianquan's face changed immediately, and he stood up to salute, "It's my failing, I willingly accept punishment."
