"That guy has gone mad with killing!"
Tang Xiong brought his hands together, resuming his seat with an honest and simple look on his face, but could not quite conceal the fear in his brow.
Inside the Imperial Study, silence pervaded, and for a long time, no one spoke...
Knowing that Yang Erlang, Ling Xiao, had reached the pinnacle of martial arts and that he was a match for an entire country—all understood this.
But to personally witness him chasing an army of tens of thousands and slashing at them—that was another matter entirely!
Even someone with a will as firm as Wang Jiangling's was now wavering: "With such mighty power before us, do schemes and strategy still matter?"
And the young Emperor Zhaode, Zhao Hong, for some reason suddenly remembered, that back at Lu Ting, that guy had told him if he failed to amount to anything, he shouldn't even think about returning to the capital, but should stay at Yuelai Inn and be an attendant... Was it true?