Long Chen and the others had only just returned to the eighth legion’s camp when Ye Lingfeng came charging over with his people.

“Long Chen, Shen Chengfeng, hand over our spoils or I will annihilate the eighth legion today!” 

Ye Lingfeng’s roar resounded throughout heaven and earth. His voice was full of hatred and resentment. Through this one battle, they had lost so much, but had only gotten less than a tenth of the spoils.

Tens of thousands of experts from the third legion were now standing in the eighth legion’s camp. They were so angry it looked like they might spontaneously combust at any moment.

“Aiya, aren’t you that commander Ye? Why did you come over here so ferociously?” Long Chen walked out, looking at him like a kindly elder. The act almost made him laugh, but he managed to keep up his appearance.

“Why?! Hand over our things!” roared Ye Lingfeng.

Long Chen looked at him disdainfully....