Fang Zhong frowned deeply. At such a critical moment, what was this man doing here, causing trouble?
Besides, did he really think he could cross the border?
He was riding in King Xiao's carriage, facing an army of five hundred thousand from the Tianmu Dynasty. Would they really let him pass?
Many people in the Tianmu Dynasty loathed King Xiao. After all, back in the day, he had led his troops to drive the Tianmu Dynasty's forces into retreat again and again.
His hands were stained with countless lives.
Just as Fang Zhong had feared, the moment they saw King Xiao's carriage, all kinds of emotions appeared on the faces of the Tianmu Dynasty's soldiers.
Some were furious, some were frenzied, some were surprised, and others were worried.
The Tianmu Dynasty's commander frowned deeply, his eyes fixed on King Xiao's carriage.
What puzzled him, however, was why Fang Zhong hadn't dismounted to pay his respects.
After all, Fang Zhong had always held King Xiao in the highest regard.
But now, the carriage had gradually passed Fang Zhong, and it was about to head straight toward them.
"Tell them to make way!"
"Uh... all right."
At Chen Changan's order, the driver could only steel himself, summon his courage, and shout at the Tianmu Dynasty's soldiers, "Make way!"
Make way?
The two words left the Tianmu Dynasty's soldiers dumbfounded.
Was this a joke? He thought they'd make way just because he said so?
Did he think nothing of them?
"Hahahaha!"
"As expected of King Xiao. Though he's retired to his estate, he's still as domineering as ever."
"But do you think one man can change anything?"
"Make way?"
"If I do, do you dare to come through?"
"Are you... not afraid to die?" the Tianmu Dynasty's commander said coldly.
"Get down!"
"Hm?"