"Your Beiyang banner sounds noble enough, but now it seems it was all just an excuse—nothing more than pretty words."
The banner lord who had been watching Chen Shaokuan suddenly spoke, but received no response.
Chen Shaokuan had been fending off the combined assault of two powerful enemies while guarding against attacks from this man. Even with a lifesaving trump card in hand, he did not dare let down his guard in the slightest. The other party merely wanted to distract him.
"Nothing to say, is that it? Then listen to the innocent people you dragged into this."
The banner lord remained expressionless. Then he drew a circle before him with one hand, and a group of bound, imprisoned figures appeared in the projection.
It was a mirror-image spell, and it was obvious that the people on the other side could see this side as well.
The imprisoned Reincarnators all looked extremely agitated.
"This is the Beiyang big shot who got you captured. What do you have to say to him?"
The banner lord's voice seemed to carry through, drawing a chorus of wails.
"Sir, please, have mercy and just give in to them..."
"You immortals are fighting each other—why drag us into it?"
"We have no grudge against you. Don't get us killed!"
"Why are you getting us involved? What did we do wrong...?"
"I don't want to die..."
"..."
Though no one openly cursed him, most of their sorrowful cries blamed Chen Shaokuan more than the Proxy Legion that had captured them.
They had already arrested them, and they would kill without mercy. What was the point of cursing them? Other than dying faster, it meant nothing! People capable of doing this were not afraid of being cursed!
On the other hand, that big shot who had been