"—You're bringing about your own destruction!"
Well, yes, but...
This, this seemed...
Wasn't this an opening line a military strategist was supposed to use?
Kang Shi looked as steady as a mountain on the outside, but inside his thoughts were a tangled mess. His eyes went blank, and he began to question his life. Especially when he saw Chu Yao flick his hand and send two streams of literary qi shooting skyward. In the blink of an eye, they became two black-and-white-scaled literary qi dragons, each seven or eight zhang long, charging toward the enemy's main force with the determination to die. Their scales unfurled, and wisps of ominous aura spilled from them.
A sinister, uncanny killing intent filled the air.
One glance was enough to make his hair stand on end.
No, it wasn't an illusion!
His arms were actually going numb.
Before Kang Shi could remind Chu Yao to change his style of fighting, he heard Gongshu Wu's roar from up ahead. He had already fought his way out of formation. "Chu Wu Hui! The Five Virtues of the General—Self-Preservation, Be Prepared for Danger in Times of Peace, Remove Embers and Move Firewood... Could you at least give me one of those?!"
His furious roar carried all the way to the neighboring battle line.
The enemy charging toward them was so startled that his warhorse stumbled, nearly throwing its rider from the saddle.
The man was unlucky, too. Gongshu Wu's spear pierced straight through his breastplate, lifting his corpse half a zhang into the air. His blood gushed out in a warm rain, splattering the face of whoever stood below.
Gongshu Wu took a life without so much as a ripple in his expression. He flung aside the corpse, which had not yet quite stopped breathing and was