"Shameless bragging!"
Zhang Guifang did not reply, but Feng Lin, who was beside him, reined his horse suddenly.
The black steed neighed like tearing silk, its iron hooves, the size of a bowl, kicking up dust.
He drew the wolf fang club from the saddle with a backhand, dark red blood scabs from days ago still congealed on the mystic iron point. The club head pointed straight at Yu Zhenzi as he cursed, "Traitor and rebel, how dare you resist the heavenly soldiers!"
The sound waves wrapped in gravel crashed against the city walls, startling the banners of the Xiqi army, causing them to flutter chaotically.
His neck veins bulged, each word thunderous across the battlefield, "Jiang Shang! You're nothing but a fence weaver and noodle seller, it was His Majesty who elevated you, yet you don't think of repaying the favor and dare to stir up trouble here. Today, I will surely kill you!"
