All six hundred thousand troops were dumbstruck. This young woman was actually so terrifying that she had sent Commander Fan flying with a slap out of thin air.
"Lord Fan..."
The two deputy commanders, along with several higher-ranking officers, rushed forward and anxiously helped Fan Zhong to his feet.
Princess Dielian atop the city wall looked as though she had done something utterly insignificant, her gaze still fixed on Sikong Jing.
Then, she pointed at Fan Zhong.
"Sikong Jing, you actually pushed out trash like this to serve as your shield—a worthless fool who cannot even withstand a single slap from me."
"If this is also part of your scheme, then I, Xia Dielian, accept it. I would like to see just how you intend to rescue the people of Brocade Sect."
In Princess Dielian's eyes, Sikong Jing had hidden among the six hundred thousand soldiers and put forward a useless Fan Zhong as their leader. It might have been some sinister plot, and she had exposed it on the spot.
Sikong Jing felt rather helpless. I really wasn't trying to become famous. Could you stop picking on me all the time?
Forget it. Whatever she said went; he simply would not answer.
Fan Zhong rose while clutching his face and roared at Princess Dielian, "I'm at the Heaven Realm. Is it strange that I can't withstand the attack of a Transcendent Realm expert like you? Sikong Jing is only at the peak of the Dark Realm—could he withstand a slap from you?"
He was maddened with rage. This had originally been an important occasion to inspire the entire army, yet now he had lost so much face that it was beyond salvage.
Fan Zhong was indignant. Why did she say Sikong Jing could take one of her slaps?
"Trash!"