"You're out of line!"
King Bach was utterly enraged, his eyes ablaze with boundless fighting spirit. "Ye Wudao, I tried reasoning with you, but you've ignored all my words. Very well, let's see if you can withstand the might of the so-called number one Iron Armor Army of our Boro nation!"
King Bach drew his battle sword and bellowed, "Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!" Two hundred thousand Iron Armor soldiers roared in unison, their voices like thunder.
"Young master, remove these shackles from me, I want to kill these sons of Boros!" Beside him, Dao Kuang was seething with rage, like a bloodthirsty beast.
"Alright!" With a slash, Ye Wudao immediately severed the shackles on Dao Kuang.
"Haha, I am free at last!" Dao Kuang felt the long-lost freedom and was filled with excitement.
"Brother Dao Kuang, you are injured now, are you sure it's okay?" Liu Kuangsheng asked.
"It's just a broken finger, who cares?" Dao Kuang said with excitement.
