Fated Nemeses

That slap had landed on King Wu's face, but the other rebel kings present felt their own faces burning too.

After all, the kings hadn't yet reached the point of turning against one another. They were all allies, more or less. Yet Lu Cheng had slapped King Wu in front of them all, showing no regard for any of them.

Fortunately, the slap hadn't killed King Wu. It had merely warped half his face. A huge handprint, black and purple, stood out on his cheek, and the corner of his mouth had split open. When he lifted his dazed head, his left eye was swollen to the size of a bun. He glared furiously at Lu Cheng.

"You're not satisfied!"

Lu Cheng looked down at King Wu with contempt. "I'll give you a chance. Go back and gather your troops. We can settle this right now!"

Lu Cheng was even more forceful than King Wu had been a moment ago. He didn't take King Wu seriously at all.

"You... you..."

King Wu trembled with rage. He pointed at Lu Cheng, but had no words to answer him.

"If my Ghost Marshal Banner were still here, and my tens of thousands of Yin soldiers were still here, how could you act so arrogantly?!"

"Hey, hey, calm down, everyone. We've all come to attend the Ghost Capital's grand banquet. There's no need to be so hostile."

King Jin and King Chu hurried forward, each taking one of King Wu's arms as he teetered on the verge of losing his mind with rage.

King Fu stepped in front of them and bowed to Lu Cheng with a smile. "General, please calm down. We've heard that you guard Ruzhou and have repeatedly defeated the Locust Army, earning renown across the land. It's an honor