Commanding the Army

Sshk—

The sword light swept past like cold lightning, and Wang Meng's corpse crashed to the ground.

The wound in Lu Zhen's waist and abdomen wriggled as his muscles moved, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He caught the head falling through the air in one hand.

"Wang Meng is dead!"

Carrying that head with its eyes still wide open, Lu Zhen strode out of the main hall. His voice exploded like thunder. "Those who surrender will not be killed!"

At the same time, he swung the longsword in his hand.

Several streaks of Sword Qi shot forth, instantly piercing the throats of Wang Meng's remaining diehard followers in the courtyard.

"Father!" Wang Teng let out a shrill cry and turned to flee.

"Young General, where are you going?" A seductive voice sounded beside his ear.

Su Mei closed in like a ghost, lightly drawing the short blade in her hand across his throat.

Pfft.

Wang Teng clutched his spurting neck and crumpled limply to the ground.

The commander had died miserably, and the young general had been executed.

The hundreds and thousands of elite armored soldiers in the courtyard looked at one another, listening to Lu Zhen's voice that seemed to belong to a god of slaughter, staring at the bleeding head in his hand.

Clang.

No one knew who threw down their weapon first.

Immediately afterward, the sounds of weapons hitting the ground rang out in a continuous wave. Every armored soldier dropped to their knees in unison.

"Greetings, General!"

Lu Zhen casually threw Wang Meng's head to the ground and swept his gaze across the crowd.

"From today onward, I am the Grand General of the Mandate Army."

Lu Zhen's voice was cold and beyond question. "Feng Wuji, Chen Fei, Shi Yan, and Su