"Zhen Hu, what did you feed us?!"
The two Deputy Generals and eight Ten Thousand Commanders fell to their knees.
Their Spiritual Apertures had sealed shut. Without even thinking, they knew it had to be Zhen Hu's doing!
Who would have thought that Zhen Hu would actually poison the wine?!
Bastard! Was this something a warrior would do?!
"Zhen Hu, you betrayed the White Empire! His Majesty will never let you off!"
One Deputy General ground his teeth at Zhen Hu. He had truly never imagined that the commander he trusted would commit such a despicable act!
"His Majesty? Hahahaha." Zhen Hu threw his head back and laughed. "Guan Yue, you're going to die here, yet you still have the mood to worry about me?!"
Zhen Hu stepped forward, raised his saber, and lifted Guan Yue's chin with its blade. "Guan Yue, for the sake of our hundred years as comrades, I'll give you one last choice. Will you follow me and surrender to the Demon Alliance, or will you die here?!"
"Pah!"
The Deputy General named Guan Yue spat in Zhen Hu's face.
"Shameless old thief! If you want to kill me, then kill me! Don't even dream of making me join hands with a petty villain like you! The greatest humiliation of my life is that a villain like you became my superior! You disgust me!"
Zhen Hu wiped his face and turned away. "Kill them all."
The moment Zhen Hu finished speaking, just as his confidants raised their blades to hack at the prisoners' necks, a flash of sword qi swept past.
Zhen Hu turned around. The blades of his confidants, who were in charge of the executions, hung suspended in midair and did not fall for a long while.
In the next instant, sword marks appeared