Unexpectedly, once Su Heng raised his voice, Jialan Gunna didn't continue to hide.
Whoosh!
His figure flashed.
The stout and portly figure, with a stern look, appeared on a temporarily constructed stone platform in the camp, now looking down at Su Heng from on high. Two scantily clad celestial maidens stood by his side, their slender, fair palms holding incense burners from which trailed wisps of white smoke.
"Very well, very well!" Jialan Gunna scoffed coldly, his voice rolling in like a black tide and exploding resoundingly next to Su Heng's ear.
Furious to the extreme, hate contorted his face gradually.
"Heaven has a path you did not take, hell has no gate yet you rushed in. I didn't expect you to indeed dare to break into the military formation alone." Jialan Gunna, with bulging eyes and his body quivering with fat, barked sternly, "Since it is so, today will be the day you die!"
