Chapter 1548 Shattering Pride

Latest website: As soon as Supreme Song Yan said these words, the clamor of everyone in the third and fourth legions immediately stopped.

The whole place was silent, as if everyone's throat was suddenly blocked.

"What did you say?"

Xiang Li stared at him in astonishment, wondering if he heard wrongly.

When he talks about us, does he mean the Third and Fourth Legions?

And Meng Lin jumped up directly.

"Song Yan, please speak clearly."

"What does it mean we lost?"

"As a witness, don't talk nonsense..."

"Shut up!"

Xiang Li respected Song Yan Zhizun, the chief staff member, and quickly raised his hand to stop him.

Then he asked in a deep voice: "What is their record?"

Song Yan's eyes were filled with confusion.

But as a witness, he had to say it, not to mention the actual record could not be hidden.

"This month, Jiang Cheng killed a total of 3,043 first-order turbid demons."

"503 second-order turbid demons."

"Twenty-two third-level turbid demons."

"One fourth-order turbid demon!"

"What did you say?"

This time, Xiang Li also screamed.

And everyone in the audience, including the fifth, sixth, and seventh legions, all exclaimed.

"Oh my god, isn't this too fierce?"

"It's only been a month, and you've actually killed so many turbid demons?"

"If I had known we shouldn't have come back last time!"

"The Eighth Army has become more developed this time. Following Coach Jiang, we have suffered too much..."

They did not doubt Jiang Cheng's record.

After all, I saw them dividing the spoils with my own eyes.

But the Third and Fourth Legions here are different.

More than 3,000 turbid demons were killed in one month, including 17 third-order turbid demons that were comparable to Taoist saints. There was even a fourth-order turbid demon that could only be defeated by the Emperor of Heaven?

"This record is too fake!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"I do not believe!"

"Return to the fourth level of turbid demons? Just because of their useless army? Why don't you say the fifth level?"

Almost everyone in the two legions jumped to their feet and started shouting.

They worked hard for a month, and they were really working hard.

Two thousand battle losses and tens of thousands of wounded are still there.

Paying such a high price for what?

Isn't it just to suppress Jiang Cheng, to mock him and the Eighth Army when the results are finally announced?

What did you just hear?

The Eighth Army's record was almost ten times theirs?

How can they accept this?

Even if Supreme Song Yan was one of theirs, it still aroused strong doubts and rebuttals.

In their excitement, some people even pointed at Song Yan and cursed.

"Supreme Song Yan, have you been bribed by Jiang Cheng?"

"We asked you to be a witness so that you can act fairly and avoid being opportunistic by that kid. It's a good thing for you that you actually helped him deceive us!"

"Old man Song Yan, we misjudged you!"

"enough!"

Xiang Li's face was livid, and his eyes were as if he wanted to kill someone.

He also couldn't accept this result, but at least he knew that Song Yan was not that kind of person.

"Is this really their record?"

Song Yan sighed again.

"Replacement guaranteed."

"Is there any evidence?"

Even if Xiang Li trusts him again, such a ridiculous thing still needs a certain reason.

"have."

Supreme Song Yan threw out a Immortal Immortal Artifact on the spot.

Xiang Li did not take it.

Instead, he raised his hand in the air and activated the Immortal Immortal Artifact in front of everyone.

A huge picture emerged in the void and appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

In the picture, it was Jiang Cheng's fourth encounter with Taishi Zhuomo.

In that scene, there were more than 800 turbid demons on the opposite side, including 5 third-level turbid demons.

Song Yan was certainly not stupid. He had long expected that the Third and Fourth Legions would not believe Jiang Cheng's record, and even expected that he would be questioned and abused.

Unless you see it with your own eyes.

Otherwise no one can believe it.

So we can only let them ‘take a look’ for themselves.

At the beginning of the scene, many people in the Third and Fourth Legions screamed instinctively when they saw the more than 800 turbid demons on the opposite side roaring towards their side of the city like black clouds pressing down on the city.

"No!"

"not good!"

There are more than 800 of them, and this battle can wipe out the self-proclaimed most elite group twice.

Who can stop this?

A back figure appeared in front of everyone's field of vision, rushing straight towards the Zhuo Demon on the opposite side.

Alone, with no return.

Who is it if it’s not Jiang Cheng?

Seeing this scene, everyone in the two legions expressed that they were shocked.

Is this crazy or stupid?

Even Xiang Li looked stunned, feeling that this move was too stupid.

As they expected, Jiang Cheng's figure was quickly submerged by the Zhuo Demon and disappeared.

Even though they knew Jiang Cheng was still alive at this time, many people in the two legions couldn't wait to mock him.

"That's it?"

"Is this also called beating the turbid demon?"

"Isn't this a way to die?"

"Can this win us?"

"Don't tell me that he killed the Zhuomo alone..."

No other people appeared in the picture.

For these professional legions who are accustomed to various tactical cooperations, it is too stupid to ride alone into the formation.

Then, in the picture, Jiang Cheng was surrounded by demons all over the sky, and one of them suddenly dropped.

"what happened……"

Everyone was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, the second, third, and fourth heads of the Zhuo Demon fell rapidly like rain.

Every one that fell down was motionless and dead.

Xiang Li's pupils shrank, his eyes filled with intense disbelief.

This scene was completely trampling on his cognition crazily.

Meng Lin and others were completely confused.

What's this?

What's happening in this scene?

Still carrying something like this?

The turbid demonic rain did not fall for long.

After all, there are ‘only’ more than 800 heads.

Soon, Jiang Cheng's heroic figure appeared in everyone's sight again.

There was no injury on his body, not even a strand of hair was messed up.

If they hadn't seen with their own eyes the scene of Zhuo Mo being destroyed by the group, no one would have believed that he had ever fought.

Shocking cheers and praises came from the rear. It was the Eighth Army Corps that had no sense of existence before.

Although they were flattering, no one felt disgusted at this time.

Because the scene just now that was beyond common sense had completely dumbfounded them.

The Third and Fourth Legions, who were still questioning and taunting them, were now as quiet as chickens.

The record against the Zhuo Demon is the source of their sense of superiority.

But compared with Brother Cheng's high-end operation just now, their pride was shattered to pieces.

"There are four similar battles this month, and a fourth-level turbid demon appeared in one of them."

Song Yan's voice broke the calm and woke them up.

"In that scene, Ling Hou and others were accidentally killed by the Zhuo Demon in order to grab credit."

"The other processes are almost the same as this one."

He stared at Xiang Li opposite and said dullly: "This is how their outrageous record came about."

Xiang Li, who had always been high-spirited, was like a drowned rat that had been battered by a storm, speechless for a long time.