When he learned that the man in front of him was Ning Chen, Guchuan Jianren's blood ran cold.

His voice shook. "Great god of war of Great Xuan, I beg you for mercy... The Great Xuan is a great power. It must have the magnanimity of a great power. You should not mistreat prisoners. I beg you, let us go. We know we were wrong. Please have mercy..."

"Ha ha ha..." Ning Chen laughed out loud again. "Fuck your great-power magnanimity, and fuck your treating prisoners well. You came to my Great Xuan to rape and plunder. The blood in Xiyuan Village isn't even dry yet, and hundreds of wronged souls are waiting for this prince to get them justice.

You toss off one we know we were wrong and expect this prince to let you go? This prince said just now that you Zhaohe clowns sure know how to tell a joke. Do you actually think you're funny?

You come whenever you like, commit monstrous crimes in my Great Xuan, and now that you're scared, you think you can say a few words, dust off your asses and go home... What do you take my Great Xuan for?

Listen well, you animals. This prince swears by heaven to cross the sea one day, lead an army over and flatten the Zhaohe Kingdom, and leave not a chicken or a dog alive."

As he spoke, Ning Chen swung down from his horse, raised his sword and cut Guchuan Jianren down without a moment's hesitation.

"You want to go back to the Zhaohe Kingdom, do you? Your father will send you all to hell..."

Ning Chen killed a man with every stroke, cutting them down as easily as chopping melons.

He killed dozens in one go, until his arm ached.

Pan Yucheng, Xiao Yanxi and the others watched him, baffled.

They didn't understand why Ning Chen hated the people of the Zhaohe Kingdom so much.

Other enemies who fell into Ning Chen's hands at least had a chance to live. He sent most of them off as slave labor to build…