Yang Zhenshan stood atop the battlement, the long spear pointed directly at Prince Qing.
"Subordinate Yang Zhenshan greets Prince Qing!"
Prince Qing gazed at him intently, his eyes piercing as he said, "General Yang, what a strategist and what a skilled fighter you are!"
"Thank you for the praise, Prince Qing!"
A slight smile lifted the corners of Yang Zhenshan's mouth as he said, "Next, we might have to inconvenience Prince Qing a bit!"
"You want to take me down? Haha, let's see if you have the strength!" Prince Qing let out a cold laugh.
Yang Zhenshan glanced around. At this point, many soldiers from the Personal Guard Camp had already scaled the city walls, and even the elite troops by Prince Qing and Ji Feiyu's side would find it difficult to resist the strength of the Personal Guard Camp's soldiers.
Without any unnecessary words, Yang Zhenshan leaped forward, thrusting his long spear furiously.