We Are Lonely Yet Upright-Then as You Wish!

Amid the teeming crowd of Confucian scholars.

The fat and thin scholars appeared especially composed. They stood quietly where they were, refusing to drift with the tide.

Zou Lin also stopped walking, leaving only a helpless sigh.

There were far too many who merely echoed what others said!

Most of them had not even figured out what was going on before being called over by friends, as though what they were doing was some great feat.

The Confucian scholars of Hongwen Academy confidently blocked the road, straightening their robes as if they had everything under control for the coming confrontation.

Jiang He's face had already turned grim in the tense atmosphere.

"Truly, they don't know how they're going to die!"

The soldiers on both sides drew their swords one after another and pressed forward step by step. In an instant, the atmosphere was taut as drawn swords.

Just then!

At that critical moment, an extraordinary cavalry force appeared at the other end of the street.

Behind them flew a great banner bearing the character "Lu."

On the left were Marshal Feng Haiping and strategist Dou Gu.

On the right were Grand General Jia Fu, Cheng Hai, Gongsun Ao, and a host of other commanders. Their lineup was so formidable that it drew every eye.

On the left were Marshal Feng Haiping and strategist Dou Gu.

On the right were Grand General Jia Fu, Cheng Hai, Gongsun Ao, and the others.

Jiang He's eyes lit up.

He looked toward the two men at the very center.

At the side stood a handsome middle-aged man, heroic and spirited, his presence imposing.

Lu Yu, the young marshal of the Lu Family Army, a match for ten thousand men in the army, took enemy commanders' heads as easily as reaching into a bag for