Scarlet wolf smoke stretched for a thousand miles from the Northern Frontier, reaching all the way to the Golden Luan Halls of Wu, Liang, and Zheng.
When the secret report—"The Three Kingdoms Allied Army of one million had been nearly slaughtered before Youzhou City by Yan Shuangfei alone"—was delivered with a blood-soaked scout's hoarse roar, even the gilded pillars of Wu Kingdom's Imperial Palace seemed to tremble faintly.
Emperor Wu Cheng smashed the dragon desk before him with one blow. Splintered wood and ink splashed across the floor as his eyes reddened like blood. Pointing beyond the hall, his voice twisted with utmost fury.
"Yan Shuangfei! You brat of the Desolate Kingdom! I will grind your bones to ash!"
Below, not one of the Civil and Military Officials dared raise their heads.
Some clutched their Court Tablets so tightly that their knuckles turned white. Within that million-strong army was the Vanguard Camp personally led by their only sons.
Others trembled all over, blood trickling from the corners of their mouths. Their younger brothers had been the commanders guarding the provisions.
Still more old ministers beat their chests and stamped their feet, wailing bitterly. Every young and strong man in their households had joined the army; now, they had all become wandering souls of the Desolation.
Liang Kingdom's court was likewise deathly silent. King Liang collapsed onto his dragon throne, staring at the military report written in blood and tears. For a long while, he could not speak. At last, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
Inside Zheng Kingdom's imperial study, Emperor Zheng tore the secret report into shreds, threw it to the ground, and trampled it again and again. The entire court was glaring with eyes split wide, and the sound of their teeth grinding nearly