Tonight.
For ordinary people, it was an ordinary night.
But for Princess and Zeng Anmin.
It was a night that would be recorded in history!!
The names of these two generals were destined to be remembered for generations!
"A great victory!!"
After the Mandarin Duck Army occupied the high ground of Bi Xuan Valley.
Zeng Anmin's gaze fell upon that throne.
It was a throne fully seven feet tall.
That throne belonged to the master of Bi Xuan Valley.
The Great Demon King of the Bi Xuan tribe.
Bi Xuan's throne!
But today, Zeng Anmin sat upon it.
"Bi Xuan certainly knew how to enjoy himself."
Zeng Anmin reclined upon the Demon King's throne, narrowed his eyes, and looked below.
More than a dozen members of the Demon Race knelt on the ground, trembling all over.
"Catgirls, Doggirls... why are there even Beargirls..."
Zeng Anmin looked speechless.
Those female demons kneeling below.
All had faces covered in fur and wore hardly any clothing as they trembled on their knees.
"Why is this different from what I imagined..."
Zeng Anmin stared for a while at the little catgirl kneeling in front.
In the end, he could not bear it any longer and waved them away.
Shouldn't catgirls in one's imagination have adorable cat ears, beautiful faces, curvaceous figures, enough to make one's nose bleed...
Why were they just covered in stray facial fur, with only their bodies barely resembling humans...
Zeng Anmin drew a deep breath and gazed calmly ahead.
Wu Qianfeng was tallying the gains.
"How did this battle go?"
Sitting upon the throne, Zeng Anmin slowly lowered his head and looked at Wu Qianfeng.
Upon hearing Zeng Anmin's words, Wu Qianfeng respectfully replied,
"Master Zeng, in the battle of Bi Xuan Valley, our army lost one thousand men."
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