"My word is the rule, whether you believe it or not is up to you!"
Xiao Yi shrugged his shoulders, his face indifferent.
His mocking gaze swept over the crowd, without the slightest hint of pity.
In war between two nations, killing the enemy on the battlefield is unobjectionable.
But the Sword Dynasty had struck innocent civilians, and even now, every time Xiao Yi closed his eyes, he could see the burned villages and cities, the countless innocents who had died, and those desperate and helpless eyes...
The barbaric acts of the Sword Dynasty were simply hair-raising!
Moreover, having just witnessed Slaughter Thousand Blades playing with Liu Yi and the others with such despicable tricks, how could Xiao Yi swallow this grievance?
Slaughter Thousand Blades, Tie Ying, and Mu Yan looked at each other, each seeing a hint of panic deep in the others' eyes.
After years of commanding armies,
they had never felt as helpless as they did now.
