"I almost lost my life to see my aging mother back home!"
Master Huanmie watched the coup with cold eyes, the Buddha Beads in his hand spinning rapidly.
He noticed that nearly half of the soldiers among the hundred-thousand-strong army had slowly lowered their weapons.
Those still holding their swords and spears mostly revealed a look of hesitation.
"Amitabha Buddha…" Master Huanmie recited the Buddha's name, yet a trace of mockery flashed in his eyes.
What was impartiality?
It was simply unpopularity!
Seeing the shifting morale, Xu Feng suddenly drew his sword and pointed to the sky: "After today, we shall—"
"Soar high where the sky is vast, leap freely where the sea is wide!"
Lu Jinyun and the other two were sprawled on the ground, watching with wide eyes as the hundred thousand Guard Army, swayed by Xu Feng, retreated.
Lu Jinhua's broken sword was deeply embedded in the earth, his fingers so tightly clenched they had turned pale.
