When the amnesty decree arrived, just as most people thought Little Fatty would smoothly accept the amnesty, break with his father, and perhaps even curse his rebellious father:
After confirming that he could command the long dragon, he tore the imperial edict of amnesty to shreds!
"Amnesty, amnesty—amnesty my ass!"
"Do you think I haven't read Journey to the West, Water Margin, Three Kingdoms, and Dream of the Red Chamber?"
"What good ever comes of accepting amnesty?"
Then he pointed at the long dragon and shouted, "Big dragon, blow this army away for me!"
Wenren Sheng did not care.
This fragment of his consciousness was merely faithfully playing the role of a summoned creature.
Only then could it draw in the bait.
Then, with a gust that swept away everything like fallen leaves, the army of over ten thousand collapsed once more.
However, the Governor-General had brought far more elite troops.
He also knew much more about warfare.
He had not packed too many men onto the Mountain Road.
The army of over ten thousand had formed a long snake formation.
There were only two thousand men at the head, while the remaining eight thousand formed the body and tail farther behind.
Thus, Wenren Sheng's single breath only scattered those two thousand men.
Seeing this, Little Fatty said to everyone, "Do you see? Heaven's mandate is with me!"
"If we surrender and accept amnesty, that old emperor will definitely remain wary of us. Sooner or later, he'll have us all killed!"
"Then he'll take away the True Dragon!"
"All of you who have worshipped the True Dragon, all of you who made contact with it first, will also be killed, because the emperor cannot be sure whether any of you are summoners hiding among us!"
"That old emperor needs to