Just as the three Death Sword Guards plotted to assassinate Meng Zhao and reclaim the evil weapon.
Within the Divine Might Army's main camp, the return of the group sent ripples through its ranks.
This was because Xiang Qing's and Si Peng's factions, once as incompatible as fire and water, had unexpectedly become unprecedentedly cordial and harmonious.
Though they had not yet reached the point of chatting and laughing together, the atmosphere between them had greatly eased. Moreover, the relationships among the several Guard Generals were closer than ever. The moment they returned, they gathered in the same tent, seemingly discussing something, causing some observant people in the camp to begin worrying.
In the tent of Gold Envoy He Wuji on the northwestern side of the main camp, two men sat behind their tables with displeased expressions, watching the candlelight on the table sway hazily as their impatience grew.
Both wore heavy armor and possessed towering, sturdy builds. Their auras were iron-blooded and fierce; at a glance, one could tell they were men born to be formidable generals.
The man behind the table on the left had a full beard and a square face, bearing some resemblance to Xu Fei. Yet compared with Xu Fei's boorish air, he exuded several degrees more viciousness and cruelty, like a savage beast in the mountains—bloodthirsty and brutal enough to send chills down one's spine.
The other was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, even more massive in stature. Standing, he might have exceeded two meters in height. His dark skin brimmed with solid strength, and a thick cluster of beard grew beneath his chin. With his full lips, he possessed the charm of a mature man.
Compared to the other man's ferocity and brutality, his aura was also considerably more peaceful.
These two were precisely two