Guo Xin looked at the tightly shut gates, then glanced at Meng Hao beside him, his eyes seeming to say, "What happened to Xiao Mo's promise to throw open the gates at the hour of the dragon?"
Meng Hao looked somewhat embarrassed as well. He stepped forward and, amplifying his voice with Spiritual Energy, shouted toward the battlements, "Frost King! The appointed time has come. Why not come out and meet us?"
Meng Hao's voice rang across the plains beneath the city walls.
A short while later, Li Jing appeared atop the wall and addressed Meng Hao and the others. "Our general suddenly fell ill with a chill yesterday. He asked me to inform General Guo that receiving a guest in such a weakened state would be discourteous. Please wait another two days, General Guo. Once our general recovers, he will personally throw open the gates to receive you and apologize for this neglect."
Hearing Li Jing's words, Guo Xin knitted his brows and clenched the reins in both hands, his chest heaving violently with anger.
A Golden Core Realm cultivator could catch a chill?
What nonsense was Xiao Mo spouting?!
And he wanted another two days!
I could wait another two days, but could Bishui City?
By now, how could Guo Xin fail to realize that this had all been Xiao Mo's scheme?
Yanmen Pass had never intended to surrender from the very beginning.
He had merely been using every means at his disposal to buy time!
Furious beyond words, Guo Xin said nothing more. He stared at Yanmen Pass like a wolf and swept his hand forward. "All troops, attack! We will fight Yanmen Pass to the death!"
The siege began anew.
With fewer than eight days remaining, and with Xiao Mo having made fools of them, the