Sword Slices Missile

On a stretch of high ground, several people were watching this way through binoculars.

Yet the two men at the head of the group were not using binoculars at all. With their naked eyes alone, they could clearly make out the movements of the distant convoy.

They were two Saints. At the same time, their bearing stood starkly apart from everyone else's—lacking the smoke-and-blood scent of a battlefield, they instead radiated an air of civilization.

This was only normal. Saints held lofty status and generally never came to places like this.

The remaining few were dressed like local natives, each one emanating a fierce aura. The man was none other than General Horrela, leader of the largest warlord force in the region.

The others were his trusted confidants.

His family had ruled the largest territory in this land for more than a century. Their roots ran deep. In the past, Wang Zizai had merely occupied a corner and could not stir up much trouble.

But after the other man attained Sainthood, everything became completely different.

How could one allow another to sleep soundly beside one's bed?!

That perfectly described his state of mind.

It was simply that Wang Zizai had people backing him. If he had been easy to kill, he would have died long ago.

Many minor warlords were in similar circumstances and could only compromise.

But things were different now. With a Saint lingering in the area, Horrela did not even feel safe when he slept at night, afraid Wang Zizai would slip in and cut off his head.

Thus, he decided to strike first and seize the advantage.

As long as Wang Zizai died, then even if there were people behind him, so long as Horrela paid enough compensation, no one would ever trouble him over a