“Th-that…”
“Jang Ilso! It’s Jang Ilso!”
The Beggars' Union members, who were monitoring the Four Tyrants Alliance encamped in Zhangjiajie, widened their eyes. It was hard to believe the scene before them.
“What in the world…”
A man dressed in an indescribably splendid red robe. It was the Alliance Leader of the Four Tyrants Alliance, Jang Ilso. He was walking at the forefront, followed by the forces of the Ten Thousand People Clan and the Black Ghost Stronghold.
It was an army that boasted such perfect discipline that it was hard to believe the saying that the Unorthodox Faction was just a large, disorderly mob. But it wasn't the military discipline that shocked the Beggars' Union members.
“Why is Jang Ilso standing at the forefront?”
“Has he lost his mind?”
Dazed voices flowed from the mouths of the Beggars' Union members. Jang Ilso was the Alliance Leader. He was the center of the Four Tyrants Alliance and, at the same time, its everything.
For such a person to stand at the head of an army was, literally, an act that transcended common sense. Of course, it would be good for morale. That was precisely why even an emperor would boldly lead an expedition himself in a truly dire situation.