A towering figure strode through the night sky, Three Heads, Eight Arms, wielding saber, spear, sword, and halberd. His dark-golden skin gleamed with a metallic luster, and every knotted muscle seemed sculpted by a master craftsman, filled with the beauty of sheer mechanics.
His three eyes were wide as bronze bells, with broad mouths and large noses, their expressions fierce and savage. Altogether, he resembled a vicious deity statue from a temple.
As if by unspoken agreement, the generals and soldiers locked in battle all stopped, staring fearfully at the godlike, demonic figure.
The Northlands' foremost expert, Tuoba Guanghe.
The moment he appeared, the boiling battlefield fell silent.
Looking down from above, Tuoba Guanghe swept his gaze over the ravaged battlefield before turning to Fu Qingyang atop the city wall. His voice was grand and thunderous:
"Yang Ce, it is surprising that the Southern Dynasty could produce a Swordsman like you. You are my junior, and I have never bullied the young with my seniority. How about this: I'll take three of your sword strikes.
"If you can wound me, I will withdraw my troops and cease hostilities for three days."
The Demon Eye Heavenly King sneered. "If you want to fight, then fight. Why all the nonsense? Old Tuoba, how about I play with you instead?"
At a glance, he saw through Tuoba Guanghe's sinister intentions. First, he made a grand entrance to intimidate the Southern Dynasty's soldiers, then he proposed this wager. If Fu Qingyang refused, it would amount to showing weakness.
The defending army had already been cowed by him. If they saw their own commander-in-chief acting timidly, their morale would surely plummet. In the coming siege, the Northern Dynasty would hold every advantage.
If Fu Qingyang agreed, however, he would be walking right into Tuoba Guanghe's