Xiang Lie's temper was similar to Duanmu Sheng's temper. They both had a quick and fiery temper. He did not seem to care if the people around him could withstand the impact from the soundwaves he sent out with his Primal Qi. He did as he liked.
The warriors above and below him had to cover their ears in fear and trepidation.
Everyone's attention was focused on the flying chariot. They were all waiting for a reply. Most of them were rather certain that Yu Zhenghai was not present at all. If he were here, surely he would not have submitted himself to being surrounded on multiple sides?
Hua Chongyang was about to reply when a soft and melodious voice rang from Liu Bing's war chariot. "Uncle Xiang."
Xiang Lie frowned. He looked at Liu Bing's war chariot.
Everyone's gaze shifted from Xiang Lie to the war chariot. Clearly, the voice belonged to a lady. They saw a beautiful lady with charming features.
"Yong Ning?"
