When There Were No Heroes in the Mountains, Even a Monkey Could Make a Name for Himself [Vote for Monthly Tickets]

"Is this useless piece of trash all you've got to send to his death?"

Gongxi Chou didn't even spare a glance at the enemy general who'd been sent crashing into a deep pit.

The battle drums, which had just been loud enough to crack stone and split clouds, had been cut off at the waist with a single blow. Silence fell. The reinforcements beneath the city walls gasped for breath, unable to believe what they'd just seen. They'd known the rebels would have something up their sleeves to dare launch a full assault on the royal capital, but they hadn't expected the gap in strength to be this enormous!

Could their side really not withstand even a single move from the enemy?

No, it wasn't just a difference in strength. The key difference was their overwhelming presence!

The colossal dragon python beneath Gongxi Chou spewed Dragon Breath, its claws gripping the battlements as it slowly lowered its head toward the army below. Its shadow stretched and spread with every movement until it covered the blazing sun above the troops. It gave them the inexplicable impression that the dragon python was about to swallow the Golden Crow whole. The sunlight was blocked, the temperature dropped, and a bone-chilling cold began to permeate the air, raising goose bumps.

Its golden, serpentine eyes stared down at them for a long time, as though sizing up a group of helpless prey. Gongxi Chou, standing atop its head, calmly stepped down through the air. He reached out and grabbed, and a serpent halberd formed from his palm, extending in both directions. Its red tassel fluttered in the wind.

His voice carried through the wind and sand to the reinforcements.

"What's the matter? Can't beat your drums, or can't open your mouths?" Gongxi Chou delivered the