Shi Lang stood in a barren field, and an old man with a halberd stood before him. The old man was a commander, and Shi Lang was a new volunteer. The former was an Immortal King. However, the people did not find this odd. They have seen many volunteers who tried to act out, but later, the commanders of their forces would tame them down.
To the soldiers at the side, Shi Lang was just another guy who overestimated himself. The old man said, "I am Yan Lian, the seventh commander of the Dragon Army. Do you want to challenge me for the right to lead a unit?"
Shi Lang nodded and took out his spear. The old man was holding a halberd. Yan Lian watched Shi Lang and frowned. He could not pick any gaps in the stance, but Shi Lang did not seem serious. This was something he had never faced before. He shook his head, thinking it was a tactic for Shi Lang to disturb his thought process.
