Inside the passageway, the generals erupted.
"General, you've guarded this fortress for endless years—what right do they have to dismiss you just like that?!"
"The clan is unjust! The clan is unjust!"
Qiang Qiu Yun swept her gaze around, ignoring the uproar among the generals as she declared loudly:
"Men, detain Durut. Once I capture Jiang Feng, send them both back to the clan to await the clan chief's personal judgment."
Yet as soon as she spoke, no one in the passageway moved.
Qiang Qiu Yun clearly had not expected this. She roared, "What? Are you all planning to rebel?"
Looking at the generals, Qiang Qiu Yun trembled with rage. Turning to her personal guards, she said:
"Personal guards, heed my command! Seize Durut!"
"As ordered!" The captain of the personal guards, who had long been itching for action, strode forward with a booming shout.
Just then, more than a dozen soldiers suddenly filed out from the ranks, surrounding Durut in the middle. Their spears pointed furiously at the personal guards who wanted to step forward.
"Let's see who dares move!" The spear in the hands of a third-level Divine Strength Realm general was already pressed against the personal guard captain's throat.
"Roar..." Nearly a hundred soldiers in the formation slammed their spears against the ground, releasing the immense aura of men hardened by countless battles.
When had these personal guards ever seen such a scene? Every one of them was so frightened that they did not dare move an inch.
Though their cultivation had all reached the second level of the Divine Strength Realm, they had always done nothing but throw their weight around. Having never undergone the tempering of a true battlefield, they were far inferior to the fortress garrison in both bearing and strength!
Even Qiang Qiu