Shang Army soldiers staggered back to the main camp, covered in blood and dust. They fell to their knees before the command tent, their voices trembling as they reported the tragedy outside the gate in full: "Reporting to the Marshal! General Zhu Zizhen... was disemboweled and killed by Yang Jian. The coalition army of the lords wantonly mutilated his corpse, and his head has been hung high above the gate of the Zhou Camp, his body exposed to humiliate the soldiers of Great Shang!"
The moment those words fell, the command tent became deathly silent.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Hong's aura instantly erupted. His robe whipped wildly despite the lack of wind, and the candles within the tent flickered violently, nearly going out.
He slowly raised his eyes. The calm, detached gaze he usually wore was now filled with crimson Vicious Qi, leaving only bone-deep killing intent and fury capable of burning the heavens.
"Yang Jian, you have gone too far!"
His low roar crashed like thunder, making the tent's beams tremble faintly. Every general below held his breath, none daring to raise their heads and look upon Yuan Hong's furious expression.
Zhu Zizhen had been Yuan Hong's sworn brother, yet now not even his corpse remained intact. His head had even been hung at the gate to suffer humiliation. Such cruel disgrace utterly shattered the last of Yuan Hong's restraint.
Earlier, Gao Ming and Gao Jue had their eyes destroyed and their primordial spirits scattered, while Chang Hao and Wu Long had their demon bodies shattered and their souls dispersed. One brother after another had fallen, already leaving Yuan Hong unable to bear the grief.
Now that Zhu Zizhen had also died miserably and been humiliated, the towering resentment he had suppressed for days was finally ignited completely.
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