A trace of reluctance showed in General Pinggong's eyes, but his gaze soon hardened, and he shouted:
"As soldiers of the Land of Ancestors, how could you do such a thing? I'll beat you to death!"
As he spoke, General Pinggong grabbed a wooden stick from nearby and began beating the two men. He struck with considerable force, making them howl in pain.
Seeing this, Ye Feng gave an amused smile.
He could tell that although General Pinggong was striking hard, every blow landed on a fleshy part of their bodies. Their injuries looked severe, but they were only flesh wounds.
This was all a show for Ye Feng, in the hope that he would spare their lives.
Yet Ye Feng said nothing. He even waved his hand, and a chair suddenly appeared behind him. He sat down without the slightest hesitation.
General Pinggong continued beating them for a while. When Ye Feng still gave no response, he grew anxious.
Glancing back at the perfectly composed Ye Feng, Pinggong knew his intentions had been seen through, but he showed no embarrassment.
Pinggong dropped the stick, walked up to Ye Feng, and actually knelt, prostrating himself before him as he said:
"It was my failure to discipline my men that allowed this to happen. I'm willing to trade my life for theirs!"
Ye Feng's expression remained unchanged at this. He merely said flatly:
"I didn't come here to negotiate over their lives. I came to see what sort of general would have subordinates like these!"
General Pinggong froze at those words, his expression turning somewhat dejected.
Ye Feng continued:
"Why don't we pick someone at random and see what they have to say about you? If their opinion is fairly good, you can live. If it's bad, then congratulations-not only you,