Outside the palace gates.
Xiao Yi and his five hundred thousand troops had not advanced a single step, simply waiting there quietly.
Not until Zheng Yu was dismembered and executed by the two hundred thousand-strong army of Zhenxi City, his flesh carved, his bones picked clean until not a single scrap remained, did they stop.
Clang! Clang!
Zhao Gaoyi, leading the two hundred thousand troops, knelt before Xiao Yi in unison, each face bearing heartfelt worship and gratitude, "Thank you, Lord Xiao, for avenging the general!"
"Thank you, Lord Xiao!"
The two hundred thousand troops roared in unison.
They were thoroughly conquered by Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi raised his hand and said, "Rise, if the King of Zhenxi has a spirit in heaven, he would not wish to see you living in the past. From now on, you are all subjects of the Tianqing Kingdom!"
"Long live the Martial King of the Nation!"
"Long live the Tianqing Kingdom!"
