"General Chi Yan, why bother mocking me? Victory is for the king, defeat for the vanquished, it's all about the battle."
Zhu Buqun was indeed a stubborn man. The moment the General of the Chi Yan army appeared, he knew his influence had gone.
It was like playing landlord in cards; if you hide four twos and someone else starts with a pair of jokers, then there's nothing you can do.
Yet, he was by no means the kind who would just wait to be slaughtered. For a time, he no longer hid his clumsiness and displayed his aura without any concern.
True People should not be insulted.
Even if he were to die, he would die on the battlefield.
"Zhu Buqun, I originally thought you were quite a character. But, for the sake of your son, you've come to such an unwise end," scoffed the General of Chi Yan, casually sweeping the iron-blooded battle flag in his hand, sending an invisible surge of force straight towards a specific spot underground,
