"Yes."
Han Che, standing nearby, immediately nodded at the words.
Since the Imperial Lord had made such a request, he no longer hesitated.
If he kept talking, he would be the one in trouble.
The army began to change course, heading straight for the Heaven-Equaling Dynasty.
"Tell me, is this man really a match for Venerable Mo Xing?"
"You've already surrendered. Do you still need to worry about that?"
Wang Dali rolled his eyes at Blood Pupil and mocked him.
You'd already fucking surrendered, so why were you still worrying about so much?
Either die or live—it was that simple.
"I was too rash. If I'd known, I should've held out a little longer. Those guys really were clever—they even knew to bring Venerable Mo Xing out of seclusion."
"If this man truly isn't Venerable Mo Xing's opponent, then in the end, we'll all be settled accounts with."
Blood Pupil slapped his forehead and secretly transmitted his voice.
Now, he suddenly felt some regret.
When he had surrendered, how had he forgotten Venerable Mo Xing so completely?
How had he failed to remember that there was such a powerhouse in the south?
If he hadn't forgotten, wouldn't that have meant he still had another choice?
It would be fine if this man won, but if he lost...
Sigh...
The more muddled his thoughts became, the more Blood Pupil chose not to think about it.
The more he thought, the more his head hurt.
In any case, he had already chosen a side. Whether this man could defeat Venerable Mo Xing or not, he only hoped that this man could truly subdue Venerable Mo Xing.
Otherwise, everyone would be walking a dead end.
The warship continued onward.
From the bottom of their hearts, both Wang Dali and Blood Pupil silently prayed