Atop the main Qi Army's commanding platform, only Zhongxuan Chuliang and his nephew Zhongxuan Sheng remained, one sitting and one standing.
The rest of the generals were out there chasing kills, with only a team of trusted aides guarding beneath the platform, casually forbidding outsiders from approaching.
It must be known that in the military, achievements are accounted for by the number of heads collected. Although Zhongxuan Chuliang's massacre order did have his own intentions, it wasn't without the idea of letting the generals, who had fought hard for a long time, earn some more merits.
"How is Fourteen?"
Now that there were no outsiders, Zhongxuan Chuliang asked directly.
Earlier, he had seen Zhongxuan Sheng's murderous aura fill the sky and knew that Fourteen was a family-assassin who grew up with Zhongxuan Sheng. Zhongxuan Sheng's trust in him was extraordinary and at that time, seeing Fourteen wounded with his life hanging in the balance, he thus mentioned it.
