The White Tiger's roar shook the rivers and wilds.
The long spear carried killing intent, cold and razor-sharp. Yuwen Lie's heavy spear thrust out, the Jin Qi it swept up like a raging storm, rolling into layer upon layer of surging waves. With just one forward charge and a flurry of stabs made in passing, a hundred-odd people were flung flying.
A stunningly beautiful woman panicked and cried, "General!"
"General Yuwen, spare me beneath your spear. This concubine was forced here by my clan and noble house as well, I too have unspeakable hardships!"
"I am willing to give myself to you."
"I… I am willing to be a slave, a maidservant, I beg the General…"
The woman's features were peerlessly fair, tears brimming in her eyes, as if she would weep at any moment, like an orchid in the wind, stirring Ripples in one's heart despite oneself. Yet that ink-black Divine Spear showed not the slightest hesitation, not even the smallest hint of softening.
