Clatter.
Yan Xiangma was dragged out by four golden-armored warriors, iron chains as thick as an adult's arm shackling both his hands and feet. Astonishingly, several expert Attendants from Peacock Country came out with him. This showed just how seriously Peacock King took Yan Xiangma's safety, fearing that evil dragon Li Mu Yang might sneak over while no one was looking and rescue him.
These past few days, Peacock Country had not mistreated Yan Xiangma. In fact, they even served him fine wine and meat every day. There was no helping it—ever since he had eaten roast chicken that was crisp on the outside and tender within, then drunk the Peacock Palace's specially supplied Immortal's Draught, he had demanded those two things at every meal. If they refused, he would go on a hunger strike in protest.
No one knew what sort of thought had possessed Peacock King, but he had actually indulged all of Yan Xiangma's unreasonable demands. A prisoner eating better than the great generals who fought for the country was something unprecedented throughout history.
Thus, after several days of eating, drinking, and sleeping to his heart's content, Xifeng's vanguard general, Yan Xiangma, had not grown haggard at all. Instead, he seemed faintly on the verge of putting on weight. His complexion was ruddy, and on closer inspection, even a second chin was faintly visible. If they sent Yan Xiangma back in this condition, people would surely suspect that he had sold his country for glory, or that he was a spy planted in their nation by the enemy.
"Kneel!" The golden-armored warriors dragged Yan Xiangma to the Execution Platform and pressed down on his shoulders, trying to force him to kneel.
Yan Xiangma kept his back ramrod straight and his legs rigid, refusing to kneel no matter