The Slaughter Envoy gently rubbed her slightly weary eyes.
Then she lightly slapped her cheek. The unmistakable sensation assured her that the scene before her was no dream.
She could not help murmuring under her breath, her tone filled with both wonder and bewilderment.
"Why does he always have so many unimaginable weapons at his disposal?"
By rights, she should have gone over with the commander.
Yet she had chosen to stay behind, knowing full well that his fiery temperament would spark an unpredictable battle.
She longed to discover the limits Chen Jue kept hidden.
But the scene before her far exceeded her expectations.
She had thought this would be a hopelessly lopsided clash, one in which Chen Jue might be mercilessly crushed.
Or perhaps he might find a sliver of opportunity to force a draw amid desperate circumstances.
Reality, however, had delivered a reversal as jaw-dropping as the most masterfully crafted script...
"Ah, if I'd known, I would have gone. Then the commander wouldn't have ended up like this!"
"Ah, the commander's really suffering now!"
Meanwhile, Tang San, who had been certain Chen Jue would die, went straight back to an inn.
Outside, fierce winds raged, raising sounds like crashing waves, mingled with heart-stopping wails, as though even the air were trembling.
He, too, could not help shivering slightly amid that invisible terror.
"How terrifying. Chen Jue is definitely dead this time!"
He instinctively assumed that scream had come from Chen Jue.
"Time to get ready and head to the Slaughter Hell Arena!"
Deep in the secluded reaches of the Star Dou Great Forest, Tang Hao slowly stepped into a sea of Blue Silver Grass caressed by azure light.
His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, slowly swept across this land that felt both familiar and strange.
He