Qiu Wenyan's expression was especially awful.
That martial general was a crude man as well. He immediately stepped onto the battlement, transforming into a human sprinkler. Even the hand gripping his spear trembled as he ground his teeth in fury. "What did you little thief say? Who the hell are you calling your father? You've truly enraged your grandfather—how dare you insult My Lord like this? You're absolutely detestable. If I don't take your head off today and use it as a chamber pot, I won't be able to dispel the hatred in my heart!"
Although this man was furious, he still remembered that his lord, Qiu Cheng, was here. He couldn't rashly leap from the city wall to fight the other man to the death, so he turned to Qiu Cheng with a flushed face and requested permission to fight. "My lord, please allow this subordinate to go down and slay the little thief!"
Xun Ding hid behind the others and watched the show.
With his eyesight, he easily recognized the identity of the young martial artist swearing below the city wall, and his entire spirit lifted. However, he was malicious enough not to call out and remind them that the one shouting abuse was Shen Tang.
This wasn't within his job description.
A reminder? That would cost extra!
Qiu Cheng's face darkened, and his eyes erupted with a chilling gaze as though he were looking at a dead man. He likewise didn't know Shen Tang's identity, assuming only that she was a martial warrior under Shen Tang's command. A mere untamed martial warrior had actually pointed him out by name and insulted him in front of tens of thousands of soldiers from both armies.
If he didn't strike back and teach the man a lesson, the people of