At the very moment when Thunder-Winged Peng was slain by Meng Qingfan, to the north of the Yang River, in a grand royal tent, 'Meng Wu Taishi, Khan of Vala' Yexian suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face turning pale.
"Taishi!" The same tent hosted Meng Wu Shaman Abas, whose face dramatically changed as he seriously asked Yexian, "Has something happened at the Qiuhu Office in Chang'an?"
"My Golden Peng was killed. Before this, my eldest son Boronahale, and your disciple, Vidya-raja Luosang Zundanba, had both died."
Yexian, around forty years old, had a square face and large ears, his visage resembled a large jujube, and he stood about eight feet tall, exuding a tremendous aura.
Sitting at his throne, he seemed like a tiger resting within the tent, his gaze commanding respect.
There were many generals present in the tent apart from Meng Wu Shaman Abas, some were heavenly-level powers, yet all submitted to his might.
