The leader of the Pudu Cult was an exceptionally young-looking man.
Not yet thirty, he was in the prime of a man's strength. He had a lion's nose, a broad mouth, and eyes like great stars, glittering brightly.
He was also extraordinarily powerfully built, over eight chi tall. Clad in a suit of bright yellow armor, he looked like a heavenly god.
Yet compared to the strength and majesty of his features and physique, his bearing carried an intense, savage malice. Like an Asura of hell, a fiendish ghost, or a yaksha of the night, he seemed ready to choose someone and devour them. He was terrifying.
"Wang Hong, you are already trapped in a dead end. You have no elite troops within and no reinforcements without. If you keep resisting from the corner, there is only one road left: death. You will even drag your entire family down with you. Why not lay down your weapon and join my Pudu Cult?
"For the sake of our old acquaintance, I will certainly protect your whole family. In the future, should you render merit and establish achievements, becoming a marquis or a general may not be impossible."
Every word spoken by this young leader was treasonous. But as the master of a Pudu Cult branch altar, leading his followers to attack the county town and smash through the yamen, he was effectively rebelling already. What did it matter whether his words were treasonous or not?
The information revealed in his words was equally startling. He and the commander of these county yamen troops were actually old acquaintances.
The commander of the government troops was likewise a burly man. Holding a pitch-black spear, his square face radiated upright righteousness. Hearing this, he cursed the Pudu Cult leader viciously.
"Wu Jian, you ungrateful