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Inside the main hall.

This was where Xue Changsheng was recuperating from his injuries.

At this moment, Xue Changsheng was still lying on the bed, unconscious.

Many of Xue Changsheng's personal guards and several generals had originally been gathered around him. General Yan Feng was among them.

But now, every one of them had been beaten to the ground!

Their bodies were covered in wounds, crushed beneath a terrifying pressure as immense as a mountain. They knelt on the ground, unable even to raise their heads.

Meanwhile, two broad, powerful men sat leisurely in the grand chairs beside them, legs crossed and cold smiles on their lips.

"You two bastards, let us go!!"

General Yan Feng roared furiously. The pressure had nearly crushed his spine, his hands trembled, and his head was almost pressed against the floor.

"Let you go? The two of us are Fourth-Rank Great Training martial artists, and we are also the elder brothers of Qingzhou's provincial lord! We heard that the commander of Qingzhou Camp had been injured, so we came to take a look. That was perfectly reasonable. Yet you insisted on driving us out. It's already merciful that we didn't kill you, and you still dared to talk back?!"

One of the men rose from his chair and slapped General Yan Feng across the face. Several teeth flew out amid splattering blood.

He was Zhao Yuan Tai's second elder brother, Zhao Long.

"Enough! Why waste your energy on ants? Wait for that Jiang Bei to return. He's the main target."

Zhao Yuan Ji, the eldest brother, remained seated. He picked up the teacup beside him and took a light sip.

Just then, he suddenly heard something.

He turned toward the entrance of the hall and saw a figure step inside. The entire hall trembled