Zhao Xuanyang watched quietly for a while as Ji Zhaonan, peerless in bearing, approached from afar.
The entire city seemed to fade into the background.
Only that figure in frost-silver armor, carrying a silver spear, strode toward him beneath the blazing sun.
Zhao Xuanyang chuckled softly. "I'm acting under the Ancient Demon-Slaying Covenant to capture Jiang Wang and take him to Yujing Mountain for trial. Ji Zhaonan, do you truly intend to stop me?"
"Whether a Qi State citizen is guilty is for Qi State to judge. Are people from Jing Kingdom trying to usurp our authority?" Ji Zhaonan kept walking, his voice cool and flat. "Wait until every Qi citizen is dead first."
"Now, there's no need to make it sound so dire." Zhao Xuanyang smiled warmly. "He's only going to stand trial. If he's truly innocent, Yujing Mountain won't do anything to him."
Ji Zhaonan stopped five zhang away from them. "You should know that I'm not a particularly patient man. If you want to die, keep wasting my time."
"Constantly talking about life and death isn't a good habit. Keeping your head on the line like that is hardly safe." Zhao Xuanyang carried his wooden sword at an angle and smiled at Ji Zhaonan. "Or have you boasted so much that you've started believing it yourself? Do you really think you can kill me?"
"We can fight as equals, of our own accord, without dishonoring our nations or sparking a war. Our lives will hang on a single battle, and Heaven's Mandate alone will decide the victor. What could be more exhilarating?"
Ji Zhaonan looked up at him. "Shall we find out?"
Zhao Xuanyang sighed softly. "It seems Qi State is determined to shield a traitor in league with the devils."
He turned to Jiang Wang and