Record of a Hundred Battles

"Ha, ha... Go!"

The activation of the Eye of Deliverance lasted only an instant. Just as King Fanyang was startled and went on guard, Jian Shang had already returned to normal.

He threw back his head in strange laughter and said carelessly.

With that, he ignored King Fanyang completely, turned, and headed straight for Hengpu Pass.

It was as if he were returning to his own home, turning guest into host.

"Ah?!"

At Jian Shang's actions, everyone present was stunned and dumbfounded.

King Fanyang and Hengpu Pass's soldiers had made their killing intent so obvious, yet their lord had failed to notice it and was charging into the muzzle himself?!

That alone would have been one thing!

But their lord's actions clearly disregarded King Fanyang. This could no longer be called confidence—it was sheer arrogance and conceit!

Not to mention that they currently had only the Zhao Clan's three thousand clansmen and the Righteous Mohist Lineage's five hundred experts.

Even if they were all Ravenous Wolf Guards, entering Hengpu Pass like this would make it hard to leave again.

Still, although they could not understand what their lord was thinking, everyone naturally placed Jian Shang's safety first.

The moment Jian Shang moved, they hurried after him, following closely to protect him.

"Arrogant!"

Sure enough, Jian Shang's actions immediately enraged Hengpu Pass's generals and King Fanyang's attendants.

Lei Zhao, tall and powerfully built, with a formidable aura, surged with killing intent like rolling waves. One hand gripped the treasured saber at his waist as he glared at the utterly unruffled King Wuhuan.

Then he turned to King Fanyang and called out, "My lord?!"

So long as King Fanyang nodded, Lei Zhao had absolute confidence that he could teach King Wuhuan an unforgettable lesson.

Of course, although Lei Zhao had not appeared