"Take him down."
King of Han, Zhu Gaoxi, stood tall with a stature akin to that of a bear or tiger. With a majestic appearance and an imposing aura, he stood atop the city wall, overlooking the bustling crowd before the city gate. His eagle-like eyes fixated on Zhou Li, he bellowed,
"Three Thousand Camp, apprehend the lunatic!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the black tide of the Three Thousand Camp suddenly appeared from both sides. And those dozen Armored Soldiers, without any hesitation, drew their short blades and aimed them at Zhou Li and the others beside the carriage.
As one of Da Ming's most awe-inspiring military forces, the intimidating presence of the Three Thousand Camp was self-evident. And on the city wall, the aura of the man clad in the Python Robe felt like a python dragon coiling around him, giving off a suffocating sensation.
