Chen Xuanqing sat in an exquisitely crafted wooden chair, his gaze blazing like a torch as he stared straight at the people below.
Though his face held no expression, his eyes brimmed with cold killing intent.
His gaze swept back and forth over them, its crushing pressure forcing those who had been about to speak to shut their mouths.
Tension permeated the air, and everyone grew cautious even about breathing.
The six military commanders and the two Titled Douluos trembled slightly. Clearly, even the powerful could not calmly face life and death.
Just then, Chen Xuanqing asked coldly, "Long Shihu, do you think the six of us are superfluous here? In your opinion, how many people would be best to leave for Jiang Xu?"
Chen Xuanqing's voice was as sharp as a blade of ice, devoid of any emotion, and his blazing gaze fixed directly on Long Shihu.
Long Shihu's heart tightened. He knew just how delicate his situation was.
Though he had risen in rebellion alongside His Highness the Crown Prince, he could not afford to be too close to Jiang Xu.
Those kneeling on the floor were still Jiang Xu's subordinates. He absolutely could not plead for them.
At that thought, Long Shihu pretended to ponder for a moment. Torn inside, he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness the Holy Son, they're all useless trash. My suggestion is to leave none alive. Of course, only Your Highness can make that decision."
At those words, the six military commanders' expressions changed drastically. They glared furiously at Long Shihu, their eyes filled with bewilderment and resentment.
Yet Long Shihu could only give a helpless, bitter smile. This was a choice he had been forced to make to save himself.
Chen Xuanqing nodded slightly. The Azure Gleam Sword in his