"Wasn't the Huan King said to be no womanizer? Wasn't he cold-faced but soft-hearted? Why would he kill me?"
Jian Shang had moved too quickly—so quickly that Ruan Lan could still see her headless body gradually drifting away, while her thoughts continued to turn.
"Whew..."
His mind in turmoil, Jian Shang had practically swung his halberd with his eyes closed. Watching the headless beautiful body slowly collapse before him, he could not help letting out a long breath.
Behind every successful general lay ten thousand bleached bones—let alone an emperor above ten thousand kings?!
The imperial throne had to be forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, regardless of good or evil, right or wrong.
Soft-hearted over this, soft-hearted over that—then what was the point of fighting for supremacy?
Different positions, different camps!
"Miss?!"
"Saintess?!"
A wave of disbelieving, furious, grief-stricken cries rose. The more than one million Yue people who had originally knelt prostrate, pleading as though worshipping the earth, stirred in a sea of heads like a wheat field swaying in the wind.
"Saintess?! Interesting. For an Otherworlder to be called a Saintess, she was either a true saint or a false one!"
Di Wushuang looked in surprise at the headless beautiful corpse, then looked at Jian Shang with equal surprise. Her voice carried admiration as she murmured.
She admired Jian Shang's ruthlessness, and also Ruan Lan's capability—whether she had been a true saint or a false one.
"Ah..."
The Huan Army members all froze, stunned where they stood. Many soldiers showed hesitation on their faces, clearly unable to bear raising their hands against those people.
Whoosh...
Just then, a graceful figure shot forth. It was Princess Xiao Dieyi. So long as it was Jian Shang's command, she would never hesitate, regardless of what kind