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The entire army of six hundred thousand soldiers was stunned; this young woman was terrifyingly powerful, as she had effortlessly slapped Commander Fan.
"Lord Fan..."
Two Deputy Commanders, along with some high-ranking generals, rushed forward, anxiously helping Fan Zhong to his feet.
Princess Die Lian on the city walls acted as if she had done something trivial, still fixing her gaze on Sikong Jing.
Then, she pointed at Fan Zhong.
"Sikong Jing, you actually put forward this piece of trash as a human shield, a waste who can't even take a slap from me."
"If that's also part of your strategy, then I, Xia Dalian, will take it. I am curious to see how you plan to rescue the people of the Jin Sect."
In Princess Die Lian's eyes, Sikong Jing hiding within an army of six hundred thousand and putting up a worthless Fan Zhong as the leader was likely a cunning ploy, which she directly exposed there and then.
