An innumerable number of feathered arrows zipped through the air, raining down towards Pei Xuanjing, seeming like a torrential downpour.
Subsequently, almost five thousand soldiers formed their ranks and started to encircle Pei Xuanjing.
"So what if the Ning King is rebelling? It's not like I, a lowly military commander, can take down the Ning King's vast army, right?" Yang Yunhui looked at Pei Xuanjing with a cold gaze and thought to himself, "Instead, I can just capture and kill you, a remnant of the Shenxiao Sect, to earn some merit."
Just six months ago, the emperor who had been peaceful for two years once again wished to travel down to the south and tour the world. His plans for this southern tour sparked massive protests from the courtiers.
