Every gesture held profound truths; all phenomena returned to their source within a single thought

Wang Chong watched the enemy retreat, elated beyond measure. He circulated his True Qi for a long while, recovering seventy or eighty percent of his strength, before throwing back his head and letting out a long cry.

By then, the second wave had arrived as well. When they heard their companions recount Wang Chong's feat, the hundred-odd eyewitnesses all spoke with one voice: our Prince of Yan, our Brother Wang Chong, had slaughtered Yegeluo Clan Ye Hu with just two sword strikes. No one so much as mentioned the seven or eight rounds Wang Chong had fought so fiercely against him beforehand. Everyone basked in reflected glory, and several hundred people roared together.

Many even leaped and capered about, freely venting the delight in their hearts. When Wang Chong had led them out to face the allied forces of the Eighteen Tribes of the Grasslands, many, though stirred by his words, had still felt uneasy deep down. Half of them felt that, as the Prince of Yan, Wang Chong surely would not deceive them, and he had formidable feats behind him already; yet the other half could not help panicking. After all, the armies of the great grasslands had left the people of the Central Plains with far too many bitter memories. At this moment, of course, it was another matter altogether.

Everyone was convinced of Wang Chong's ability and believed that this Prince of Yan was truly a figure the world rarely saw!

Wang Chong had successfully established himself in their minds as an invincible commander and a peerless master of matchless valor.

Half an hour later, Qin Han arrived with another group. When Yegeluo Clan Ye Hu had seen them, he had realized he had been duped and, eager to pursue and kill Wang Chong, had turned and