"Next, everyone in the tent, just follow me and watch the battle. If anyone tries to leave, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
After a pause, Zhao Douan leaned on his saber, his tone eerie, "Who agrees? Who objects?"
Yuan Feng and the others felt a chill in their hearts, and no one dared to refute.
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The Qingzhou Army, inside the main tent.
"Bang!" Prince Heng, who bore a striking resemblance to Xu Zudi and maintained a youthful appearance despite being over fifty, slapped the table fiercely with a hand adorned with a jade ring, his face darkened.
Anger surged like thunder between his brows, but upon close observation, one could detect in the furious prince's eyes a trace of uncontrollable panic and fear!
"Zhao Douan!"
Prince Heng's chest heaved violently, breathing like a bull, as he looked around ferociously at the ministers in the tent.
