The sword does not sheathe, corpses spread across the fields!
The words of Dier Canlang filled the Hundred Thousand Wolf Flags with an incomparable excitement. After experiencing the death of the Wind Wolf Banner Master, they indeed needed a great battle to purge the frustration in their hearts.
Howls of wolves rose and fell in succession, and these howls chilled people to the core.
"Young Master Ming, I didn't expect you to be such a brave man, hahaha, Jinda of Su State spoke ill of you some time ago, and here I apologize to you." In the face of that surging killing intent, a rough and hearty man respectfully saluted Zheng Ming with folded hands.
As Jinda spoke with folded hands, he delivered a resounding slap to his own face. This slap didn't hold back at all, and drops of bright red blood dripped down from the corner of Jinda's mouth, trickling down continuously.
