Just now.
This assistant marshal from the Jiang Family royal clan had bragged that he would cut off Chen Yang's head, but in the blink of an eye, he was frightened off his warhorse by the opponent.
Question is, who can match this speed of being humiliated?
A face was slapped soundly.
Then, sprang up from the snow, eyes crimson, staring intently at Chen Yang.
Even Du Yufang nearby could hardly keep his face, anger rising in his grim eyes.
He truly did not expect this.
But he had to admit, the opponent was bold and strong.
Yet, what surprised him even more was his own assistant marshal's incompetence, being scared before the attack even hit, tumbling off his horse in front of both armies.
Opposite.
Yang Hu laughed loudly, "With your skill in words and no actual strength, don't mention my boss, even I, Yang Hu, could kill you like slaughtering a dog."
"What are you staring at? Get on the horse."
Du Yufang's face looked poor, he turned to his deputy and coldly rebuked.
