"The great army of Thief Dong slaughters the common people, decapitating them to make military merit, causing public outrage to boil over. Yet this individual, Thief Dong, still cares only for his own carefree enjoyment."
Wang Yue shook his head and sighed:
"I don't even know how long this Royal City can hold out? Whether my Prince's Mansion can sustain, I reckon, is also questionable."
Ding Ling initially wanted to say it was not unexpected; it was probably only a matter of time before Dong Zhuo set Luoyang ablaze.
By then, not to mention the Prince's Mansion, even the Imperial Palace would be destroyed in an instant.
"Although I despise Thief Dong, his power is indeed extremely large, deeply rooted in Luoyang, with many followers; ordinary people simply cannot bring him down!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yun seemed to think of something and couldn't help but ask:
"Then who in the world will be the hero to ease the hardship and relieve the plight of the people?"
