Thistle Xuedong couldn't be bothered to argue with the young man any further. Enraged, she slashed Lei Ye down with a single stroke, kicked away the soldiers trying to stop her, and pressed her blade against the man's throat, her eyes cold as ice.
"Order your soldiers to cease fire."
"Go ahead, Patriarch." Hot blood ran down Lei Ye's forehead into his eyes, "I've already given them orders in advance. Even if I die, they won't stop. The orders will be executed until the end."
The man's face displayed an unprecedented fervor,
"Executing orders is a soldier's duty. Everything is for the honor of Chichu Heaven. If you want us to stop, you'll have to kill us all and walk over our corpses!"
Facing the nearly provocative gaze of the opponent, Thistle Xuedong's anger erupted uncontrollably: "Lei Ye!"
Lei Ye rose against the blade, turning towards all the soldiers. The battlefield before him was full of scars, smoke covering the land.
