Ye Wudao's mouth was saying sorry, but with a teasing expression on his face that was sharp like a knife, it fiercely stabbed into He Shao's chest.
He Shao, enduring the intense pain, gritted his teeth and said, "Son of a bitch, you're just the Bastard of the North King! How dare you hurt me?!"
General Wang even sneered, "Stubborn little beast, it would be your honor to polish He Shao's shoes! You were given a chance and you wasted it! Someone, kill him for this general!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The elders of the Martial Department were all eager to prove themselves and charged towards Ye Wudao.
This is bad!
Young Master Ye is in danger!
The remnants of the North King's old followers had anxious looks in their eyes as Li Hu hastily said, "Young Master Ye, I'll cover for you. Withdraw quickly!"
"Back then, when the North King was in trouble, we didn't stand up. This time, we can't let the son of the North King fall as well!" Jin Gang also stood up.
