Early the next morning, Zhou Kun led the five thousand Feathered Immortal Army beneath his command into formation and arrived outside the mountain gate of Supreme Hall to issue a challenge.
War drums thundered into the heavens, radiating an aura of grim slaughter. Since they were putting on a show, they had to see it through to the end. That was why Zhou Kun had his men put on such an imposing display, assuming the stance of troops ready for battle.
From the direction of Supreme Hall, more than a dozen auras appeared in succession. Shen Yi stood at the forefront, looking at the five thousand soldiers before him and laughing wantonly.
"Shen Yi, by order of the Holy Lord of our dynasty, I have come today to exterminate you all. If you know what is good for you, surrender with your hands bound and submit with proper courtesy. You may yet retain the rank of marquis!"
Zhou Kun stood in the air, his voice full and powerful. His black armor gleamed beneath the sunlight, and the longsword in his hand pointed directly at Shen Yi and the others, his imposing aura chilling.
"General, please calm your anger and do not resort to arms. We sincerely wish to negotiate peace with the Imperial Family. However, as for the particulars, I ask that you come into our sect so we may discuss them in detail!"
Shen Yi behaved with utmost respect. The stark contrast in his attitude left the five thousand soldiers rather bewildered, but they soon understood. So it had merely been a bluff—this was Shen Yi's true face. It seemed many of the rumors outside were false.
"General, you must not trust this man lightly. If you follow Shen Yi into Supreme Hall, would that not be like a