Wang Chong might admire her, but he showed not the slightest mercy when he struck.
How could he choose to become an "inconceivably bastardly leader" over his personal tastes when the matter could so easily decide the lives and deaths of tens of thousands, and the lifelong fates of countless followers?
A band of brothers risked their heads to help you conquer the realm, only for you to say, "Oh, I want to retire. I'm tired of this. I never liked being emperor anyway. Someone else is better suited to it, so I'll give him the realm." How fucking outrageous would that be?
The spear in his hand traced an utterly profound trajectory, heading straight for the Great Consort's face. If Wang Chong's spear struck home, that head of peerless, icy beauty would burst like a watermelon.
Yueliduo clamped her long legs hard around her warhorse and raised her saber, blocking Wang Chong's spear without the slightest flourish. Their True Qi surged and clashed fiercely between their weapons, contending dozens of times in a single instant.
As Wang Chong and the Shangtuo Tribe's Great Consort passed each other, astonishment filled his heart, and he cried, "A Grandmaster!"
The Shangtuo Tribe's Great Consort was actually a female Grandmaster!
He knew he could not let Yueliduo charge past him, or she would slaughter his Wind-Treading Cavalry and scatter them to the winds. Perhaps he could likewise slaughter his way through Red Camel City and leave it in pieces, but how could Wang Chong make such a choice?
His Wind-Treading Cavalry had been painstakingly selected, while Red Camel City's people were merely merchants and travelers from every direction.
Wang Chong did not even have time to wheel his horse around. He flipped over and pushed off, soaring gracefully like a great bird as