On the battlefield, Lan Shou stared around him in utter confusion and roared, "Fan Zhong, your mother..."
Pfft...
All of a sudden, Lan Shou's shoulder was pierced and lifted by a long spear, hoisting his entire body high into the air.
"Who are you? Why did Fan Zhong throw you over here? Answer me."
Lan Shou looked up and saw that it was none other than the Sikong Jing Fan Zhong had mentioned.
"Sikong Jing, I am the chief steward of the Lord of Yun Province's inner residence. If you know what's good for you, let me go."
Pain shot through Lan Shou's shoulder as he threatened Sikong Jing.
He was so used to being the Lord of Yun Province's dog that he had developed an arrogant nature. In his eyes, Sikong Jing was merely some insignificant martial wanderer from Yunye City with a decent talent for leading troops.
Even if Sikong Jing had defected to the Xia Kingdom, revealing his identity should be enough to make him tremble in fear.
How strong could the resolve of some nobody possibly be?
"So you were the one who came to tell Fan Zhong not to attack the city. Why?" Sikong Jing asked coldly.
"Why? Naturally, it's to make sure every last member of the Brocade Sect dies here. Not a single one can return."
"Kid, if you know what's good for you, release me at once, then point out every Brocade Sect member mixed in among your troops. I might even spare your life and have the Lord of Yun Province stop pursuing the matter of your surrender to the Xia Kingdom."
To persuade Sikong Jing and save his own life, Lan Shou deliberately made the matter sound more serious than it was.
"This is an imperial order from the Great