Faced with Sheng Lichuan playing the fool, Deng Qiuzhi sneered and said:
"Ordinary eighth-turn Qi Refining cultivators certainly couldn't do it, but these two are hardly ordinary. They can even kill ninth-turn Qi Refining cultivators, so why couldn't they slaughter an entire city?"
Although the Wen River Deng Clan had a branch in the Capital City, its destruction was no great matter. He had come using this pretext to avenge Deng Lingjun, whom Zhang Yuan had killed.
Sheng Lichuan was an honest man. Unable to think of a rebuttal on the spot, he fell silent.
Liu Zezheng was the crown prince of the Wen Kingdom, yet he had a slender build and delicate, feminine features. He smiled. "General Sheng, we aren't here to make things difficult for you. Why not summon them for a face-to-face confrontation, so we can establish the truth?"
Sheng Lichuan remained silent for a moment, then nodded with a frown. He knew that things had reached a point where he had no other choice. Using his command token, he issued a military order to Zhang Yuan and Liu Yihong, summoning them to the battlements.
A moment later.
Three figures arrived together.
Zhang Yuan, Liu Yihong, and Xiao Yuanjun, who had barely gone to sleep before the furious shouting woke her, leaving her thoroughly indignant.
Xiao Yuanjun knitted her brows. "Put your heart back in your chest, Zhang Yuan. I'll make sure you're safe."
Zhang Yuan nodded solemnly and drifted down onto the battlements. He cupped his hands toward Sheng Lichuan, then raised his head to look at the three men standing above all living beings and spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"May I ask what the three seniors wish to know?"
Liu Yihong stood with her arms folded. The manifestations around her already marked her as