They had agreed that one would act openly and the other covertly, with rescuing the captives as the priority. Why had they been exposed by their own side before they had even made a move?
Yang Jian felt helpless. True Person Yellow Dragon was an elder, so he could not say much. Revealing his true form, he flew toward the flagpole where the Western Qi generals were tied up. Since True Person Yellow Dragon had dared to make such a bold claim, he must have had confidence. Yang Jian could only comfort himself that way.
Then...
Yang Jian suddenly felt wind at the back of his head. Turning around, he saw Duke swinging a Golden Brick straight at his face. It was so fast that he could not dodge. As the familiar Golden Brick came down, Yang Jian could not help feeling grateful for his iron head. Fortunately, his divine art was perfected. If anyone else had been smacked in the forehead three times in a row, they would probably already be on the Investiture of the Gods.
Where had his martial uncle gone? Hadn't they agreed he would be the one to...
Clang!
With a crisp metallic crash, Yang Jian rolled his eyes and fell from midair. The last thing he saw was True Person Yellow Dragon sticking up his butt as he lay sprawled outside the camp gates.
So fast. He had not even lasted three moves!
After knocking Yang Jian down with one brick, Duke ordered the men at his sides to tie him up. He still did not seal Yang Jian's divine abilities. He wanted to see how many times Yang Jian could be smacked while lying on the ground this time.
True Person Yellow Dragon had his primordial spirit sealed and was also hung from