Song Yaoyao looked at Prince Cheng speechlessly and said:
"All you can do is call me a little runt. Can't you be a bit more creative with your insults?"
"Little runt, you're courting death!"
"Dairy cow, come at me!"
Prince Cheng had already lost all reason in his fury. Just as he was about to charge forward, his men stopped him:
"Your Highness, they're deliberately provoking you. Don't fall for it."
At those words, Prince Cheng immediately came to his senses:
"What a cunning little runt. I almost fell for it!"
"You really are a coward!
Forget it. I don't want to waste any more breath on a coward."
Song Yaoyao turned to Liu Zheheng and the others and said:
"Looks like they don't want to surrender. In that case, we don't need to show any mercy!"
"All right."
Sister Cui nodded and told his men:
"Show no mercy. Wipe them all out!"
"Yes, sir."
Gunfire rang out again in an instant.
Prince Cheng was stunned by the weapons Song Yaoyao and the others wielded. He had never seen weapons like those before.
Something suddenly occurred to him, and he shouted:
"They're from the Heavenly Phoenix Kingdom! Those things in their hands are fire lances! Everyone, be careful!"
He certainly was well-informed. He had recognized their weapons as fire lances and deduced their identities from them.
Prince Cheng was utterly bewildered now. He had never imagined that people from the Heavenly Phoenix Kingdom would appear in the Imperial Palace.
The timing of their appearance was far too convenient!
Had a mole among his men told the people of the Heavenly Phoenix Kingdom about his rebellion?
Had the people of the Heavenly Phoenix Kingdom prepared in advance, waiting until both sides were battered before appearing to wipe out the survivors?
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