Kacha—
Following the noise, several dozen longswords shot through the sky, emitting a snow-white glow. They formed a wide net made of light, trapping Zhan Beiye within it.
Among the glow cast by the swords, Zhangsun Wuji smiled peacefully and said, "Instead of activating such a large army to invite Wuji to Pandu, why not let me invite Your Majesty the Emperor of Dahan to Zhongzhou as my guest, wouldn't that be even better?"
Clang!
The Dahan army, which had been keeping a close distance with Zhan Beiye, suddenly launched into action, unsheathing their swords. Beside Zhan Beiye, Little Seven remained silent as he advanced forward, slicing at Zhangsun Wuji with a flash of his sword.
Zhan Beiye quickly raised his hand and stopped his army and Little Seven. He coldly glanced around at the forests and greenery behind him where several Wuji hidden guards had suddenly appeared to attack him and said expressionlessly, "With just these few?"
