Tianwu God looked at Sun Jiasheng, a descendant of the military and the Grand Marshal of Yuanyang Country this time, raised the teacup, took a sip, and smiled, "Indeed."
Upon confirmation, Sun Jiasheng's eyes narrowed slightly. He finally saw who swallowed his forces whole; millions of troops were completely wiped out. Yuanyang Country had never suffered such a defeat, and it was under his command as a descendant of the military.
He felt ashamed to face his family and even more ashamed to face the current Emperor, feeling unworthy of the imperial favor.
The Sun Clan produced such a failure like him, really losing the face of his ancestors, with no face to continue living in this world.
"Do with me as you will," said Sun Jiasheng, showing he was a man unafraid of death.
Even in death, he wouldn't grovel to live.
Tianwu God merely chuckled and exchanged a glance with Zhan Sheng God. Killing him was not yet the time; they had to wait for their lord's command.
