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Those words acted as the final catalyst, utterly shattering the last traces of hesitation and guilt in Sergei's heart. In their place rose a madness fueled by "approval" and an overwhelming thirst for power.

I, Sergei, did nothing wrong. You were the ones at fault! You refused to listen to me!

After Li Chen's beguiling words, the confusion and dejection in Sergei's eyes vanished, replaced by an almost obsessive confidence and the blazing flames of ambition.

Seeing his disciple "rally" once more, Master Urge nodded in satisfaction and reminded him again, "Good. Remember what I have told you. Should you face another life-or-death crisis, you may activate the Spirit Talisman. Cultivate diligently in your daily life; do not slack off. If you encounter something you find difficult to decide, you may also try calling upon me."

With that, Li Chen lingered no longer. His figure melted into the wind and snow like a ghost once again, disappearing from sight.

Sergei solemnly kowtowed once more toward the place where his master had vanished, bidding him farewell. No uncertainty remained in his heart now-only an boundless thirst for power and the unshakable conviction that "I did nothing wrong."

After rising, he immediately issued an order: "Pack up! Break camp at once and withdraw to my father's fief!"

A deputy general who had been lucky enough to survive hesitantly reminded him, "General, shouldn't we report the military situation to Great Khan Tuoba Zhen first?"

His meaning was obvious. After suffering such a crushing defeat, they ought to present themselves before their commander and beg forgiveness.

Sergei whipped his head around, his gaze cold and sharp as a blade. With a metallic swish, he drew the Sidearm Sword at his waist and pressed it straight against the deputy general's throat. His voice was icy.