Li Jiao walked out of the tent to see the reverence of the soldiers as they passed by her. They bowed with some courtesy and scurried to the front of the tent. Their eyes showed a level of pure fanaticism, as if they could walk in the fire if Lu Zhen told them to.
She sighed as she thought, "Lu Zhen has the charisma to turn these war-hardened people into his pawns; he doesn't only have brawn but brains as well." Li Jiao walked through the crowd of soldiers before she finally saw him. However, the moment she did, her eyes widened to the zenith.
Still, she was relatively calm and carefully looked at the severed head and the battered body of the man.
"Is this the second-stage martial artist that he had attacked previously?" she thought to herself.
However, when she clearly saw the severed head of the man, a tear involuntarily fell from her eyes.
Thud!
Li Jiao fell to the ground as she cried profusely.
