Chen Cheng looked at Ye Rong. His lips moved for a long time, but he could not bring himself to say that Kui Niu was dead.
He had traveled with Kui Niu for only one journey, yet the blow of his death was already more than he could bear.
Ye Rong, though, had fought alongside Kui Niu for over a hundred years. In that time, they had faced countless crises and made it through each one by supporting each other.
Chen Cheng feared Ye Rong would never be able to accept the truth if he told him Kui Niu was dead.
Seeing Chen Cheng struggle to speak, Ye Rong felt his heart grow uneasy—a heart that had never wavered even before an enemy army thousands strong.
"Your Majesty, please tell me."
Ye Rong looked at Chen Cheng with pleading eyes.
Just then, Guste, grieving alone until now, came over to Ye Rong and dropped to his knees before him with a thud.
Bang, bang, bang. He knocked his forehead heavily against the ground several times.
"I've wronged you all. Kui Niu died taking that devil down with him because of me."
At first, Ye Rong had not even recognized Guste. The man before him looked nothing like the high-spirited, imposing Barbarian King he had once been.
Once Ye Rong recognized him and heard that Kui Niu had sacrificed himself because of him, his fists clenched until his knuckles cracked.
Kui Niu was a brother who had fought shoulder to shoulder with him for a century. If Kui Niu had not led his tribe into the Great Wall Army, the Great Wall's defenses would never have become as secure as they were now.
Bam! Ye Rong drove a fist into Guste's face. He used no other power, only the strength of