General Fan was putting all his efforts into blocking another strike from Linglong's sword.
Despite her pallid complexion, Ji Changsheng once again realized the formidable depth of Ying Country.
"Shang Fuqing, General Fan...and the rest of the Spark. What is it now? The Spark still trying to shake up the game? Wants to kill me tonight?" Ji Changsheng mocked.
But surprise aside, Ji Changsheng had long understood something: in front of Yu Linglong and Old Devil Yu, numbers have no effect at all.
If the Spark thinks it could swing this way, it has made a gross miscalculation.
General Fan coughed loudly a couple of times before rapidly saying: "There's no need for further worry, Young Master Ji. The Spark only wishes to have a discussion with you and Fairy Linglong. There must some misunderstanding here."
"Is that so?"
Ji Changsheng suddenly raised his gaze towards the direction of Ying Country Royal Palace.
And then, he raised his eyebrow.
