At the same time.
In the midst of the chaotic army outside, another shout came through.
"I am the Fourteenth Prince of Da Xu, Fan Jiuxiao, who wants a taste of wealth and honor!"
"..."
Very soon.
Fan Jiuxiao, severely wounded and not yet healed, was escorted over and knelt on the ground alongside others.
"Eighth brother!"
"Fourteenth brother!"
The two looked at each other and wept.
"Are all of you from Nan Xu born in the Year of the Dog? Your faces change faster than flipping through a book!"
Wang Zhi cursed.
These two men, one was recently shouting about his unwillingness and the other on Silver Pine Cliff wanting to behead the White Robe and capture Phoenix alive, yet in the blink of an eye, they knelt down, wagging their tails and begging for mercy. Are these really the same person?
"You two brothers, you really did it!"
Wang Zhi immediately determined that these men must not be killed!
It would be best to send them back to Nan Xu.
If one of them became the Emperor.