Garrison Army Grand General!

Just as the craftsmen were kneeling and begging for mercy—Rumble!

Outside the Sunlit Open-Air Hall, heavy footsteps rang out in unison.

The clatter of iron scales striking together, the clang of weapons leaving their sheaths, and the crack of combat boots crushing bluestone came converging from all directions!

"Hm?"

Diwu Chijin tilted his head slightly. His orange-gold gaze swept beyond the hall doors, and a disdainful curve tugged at his lips.

Outside, the square was already packed with Imperial Guards in formation.

At the front stood the sword-and-shield troops. Their half-man-high iron shields slammed onto the ground, and with a muffled boom, layer upon layer of shields formed an iron-gray wall of steel!

Behind them were the spearmen. Their twelve-foot shafts rested diagonally across the shoulders of the shield troops in front, spearheads protruding in dense rows above the shields, their cold gleam grim and chilling like a thorn forest brimming with baleful killing intent!

On both flanks, countless archers and crossbowmen knelt on one knee with their crossbows raised. Their bolts had already been loaded into the grooves, waiting only for an order to unleash a storm of arrows...

"Surround him! Surround him! Don't let that Monster Person escape!"

A golden-armored commander rode out from behind the formation.

He was nearing fifty, with a square face and broad forehead. The black beard beneath his chin had been trimmed neatly.

The date-red warhorse beneath him stood half a head taller than ordinary mounts, its bowl-sized hooves shod in iron, clopping sharply across the bluestone slabs!

He carried a gilded long halberd, its blade gleaming cold white beneath the gloomy daylight.

He was Baili Tu, commander of the Great Yan Kingdom's Imperial Guards and the Subordinate First Rank Garrison Army Grand General.

He reined in his horse and looked past the