In the midst of the Tuoluo army, the King of the Left Court sat on a tall horse, surrounded by his personal guard.

Yili Ahan stood at the front of the line. His sheer size bore down on anyone who looked at him. In his hand he carried a wolf-tooth mace gone blackish brown, the color it takes on only after soaking up a great deal of blood.

He and Liang Jingwu were old adversaries!

He pointed the mace at Liang Jingwu and called out in broken Great Xuan speech, "Liang Jingwu, how thoughtful of you, rushing here to die. Saves us the trouble of hunting you down!"

Liang Jingwu laughed coldly. "A man I've beaten before, talking brave? You two-faced snakes... The Tuoluo Kingdom promised to submit and pay tribute to our Great Xuan every year, then turned around, tore up the pledge and allied with Xiliang. Shameless!"

"King of the Left Court, didn't it ever cross your mind that pulling a stunt like this might make the Prince Who Holds the Realm of the Great Xuan angry? If you fall into his hands again, do you think you'll be as lucky as last time and walk away alive?"

The King of the Left Court's face went dark.

Being taken alive by Ning Chen had always been his great humiliation.

What Liang Jingwu said rubbed salt right into the wound.

"Liang Jingwu, times have changed... Today this king is going to make sure you Great Xuan idiots come here and never go home. Today I wipe away the old shame! If you know what's good for you, get off your horse and surrender now, and this king might spare your life!"

Liang Jingwu laughed coldly. "You think you can?"

The King of the Left Court laughed out loud. "Those ninety thousand men have given you a lot of nerve, I see. But don't forget, the grassland is the Tuoluo Kingdom's home ground... Forget you. Even if Ning Chen came himself today, this king would make sure he never went home either."

Liang Jingwu's face was all mockery. "Is that…