The river surged, its power immense and its roar thunderous.
Deputy Commander Zhou Yuan stood in the distance, gazing at the figure riding the Jiao Linma, galloping toward High Willow City, leaving a trail of dust behind.
Either Little Divine Sect would admit defeat, or Li Shen Sect would submit.
"Such arrogance."
Depressing a sigh, Deputy Commander Zhou Yuan murmured, "So wild it gets my blood boiling, nearly causing my True Qi to go out of control... Damn it, why is it my turn to guard the Dayin River?"
He sighed, whispering to himself, "I hear High Willow City has been quite the spectacle these days, guests coming from all corners just to witness this battle! Why does nobody consider the feelings of an imposing Deputy Commander like me, who also wants to join in the excitement..."
"There's no need to talk to yourself in front of me."
