Redeeming the Imperial Son-in-Law Comes with Conditions

"Ha ha ha! I think I just heard a joke. What's your name? Coming this close—are you tired of living?" Zhang Fei's hearty laughter rang out like great bells and thunderous chimes, shaking the soul and stirring a small commotion before the enemy lines.

Han Shao gulped hard and was pulled back two rows by his guards. The armored cavalry in front gripped their blades and spears tight, watching Zhang Fei as if facing a great enemy.

"I am Han Shao of Fengyi. Zhang Fei, you are a bird in a cage, a fish in a net—do not be so arrogant." Though fierce in appearance but weak at heart, Han Shao clutched his iron spear and shouted from within the crowd.

"What a pack of rats." Zhang Fei reined in before the formation, holding his spear across his body as he roared, "I am Zhang Yide of Yan! Who dares fight me to the death?"

His wild voice rolled forth like a surging tide. The warhorses beside Han Shao seemed to sense the danger, whinnying miserably and stamping in place. Not a single man dared answer Zhang Fei's challenge.

"I am Zhang Yide of Yan! Who dares fight me to the death?" Zhang Fei raised his angry brows and thrust his spear toward the enemy. The enemy troops were so frightened that rather than advancing, they retreated two steps.

Seeing his officers and soldiers thrown into disorder, Han Shao hurriedly ordered the commanders of every camp to restrain their troops. Gritting his teeth, he returned to the front of the formation and pointed at the army behind him, threatening Zhang Fei with a mocking smile. "Black brute, your courage is indeed admirable, but our forces differ by dozens of times. Who would be foolish enough to play at dueling generals