Yin Shu stood on the Point Commanding Platform, arms folded.
His clothes rustled in the wind.
His whole being exuded an indescribable grandeur and youthful vigor.
Especially after receiving the news that the army led by Du Yufang had set out, he grew ever more confident, with banners flying like clouds.
Then, Yin Shu waved his hand grandly, "Leave none alive. Kill them all."
Shh Shh!!
The shimmer of blades and flying flesh.
Clang.
A long spear was about to hit its target when it was deflected by a sabre. The saber light flashed upward, and the owner of the spear was beheaded.
The young man with a slightly childlike face, mockingly called Xiaojuanmao, wiped the sweat and blood from his forehead with his free hand, panting heavily.
"Xiaojuanmao, stick close to me."
The old fox's saber already had several nicks, and he grabbed a spear with his other hand, fighting his way to Xiaojuanmao's side.
"You old thing, where do you get so much nonsense?"
