Zi Shou looked at the tall man before him. He was extraordinarily burly, his iron armor gleaming brilliantly, his black robes patterned with dragons. His face was dark red as a ripe jujube, his eyes bright as stars, and his full beard lent him a seasoned air.
One look told you he was a great general.
More importantly, this man had stormed into the central command tent single-handedly.
An army of a hundred and eighty thousand had failed to stop him.
Chao Tian had tried and been swept from his horse within ten exchanges.
Yin Pobai had tried and lost within thirty.
Only when Li Lie finally stepped in had they barely managed a draw.
Had Chaoge's gawking spectators been there, they would surely have shouted, "This is a top-tier warrior!"
Only when Zi Shou appeared did the burly man knock aside Li Lie's spear with his saber and step forward to bow. "I am Wei Ben. My respects, Your Majesty. May Your Majesty live ten thousand years!"
Hiss...
Zi Shou involuntarily backed away several steps. What a vicious man-cursing him the moment they met.
"Why did you force your way into my camp?"
Wei Ben shouted, "A true man born into troubled times should take up a three-foot sword and achieve deeds unmatched through the ages! I have come expressly to serve you!"
He swung his long saber, its blade sinking half a foot into the ground. As he moved it, several drawings appeared in the earth.
Wei Ben pointed at a drawing shaped like a fortified pass. "This is Qi Pass. I will break it for Your Majesty!"
With that, he slammed his saber into the ground and erased the drawing.
He pointed at another drawing, this one shaped like a city. "This is Xiqi. I will conquer