"Southern Chen, you have ignited my passion!"
The casual words were no less than a death knell for the Southern Chen troops below. Countless soldiers trembled and backed down, their eyes filled with extreme fear.
Gu Changsheng's King's Robe fluttered in the wind as he withdrew his hand from the city wall, standing upright and resplendent. Behind him, the brilliant moon hung in the sky, endless stars stretched across the heavens, and his cool voice resounded again in the spacious night sky, "The chaos of the Witch and Gu Tribes had nothing to do with the Central Plains. You seized the opportunity to invade my ancestral land, violating the pledge of mutual non-aggression between your ancestors and mine. Southern Chen, you invaded my territory, harmed my people, and nearly exhausted and killed my friends. This crime, I shall repay with your slaughter!"
As Gu Changsheng spoke, his gaze lowered, vaguely as if looking at a group of corpses.
