Astonishment came over every face there.

Wei Feng said Ning Chen was jealous of his ability?

That was a joke as big as the sky.

Feng Qizheng could not help saying, "What ability have you got? Colluding with Nanyue and playing scenes to cheat your way to military merit? Now that you mention it, my lord marquis is indeed no match for you."

Ning Chen's eye came to rest on the few thousand soldiers Wei Feng had brought with him, and he asked, flatly, "Do you mean to rebel along with him?"

The few thousand soldiers went a dreadful white, and shook their heads one after another.

Having seen what the Ning'an Army could do in a fight, rebelling was asking to die.

Ning Chen looked at them and said it one word at a time. "Lay down your weapons. Quarter to any man who surrenders!"

The few thousand soldiers did not hesitate for an instant. They threw the weapons in their hands to the ground.

Wei Feng saw it, and his face went the color of dead ash.

Ning Chen's eye came to rest on him. "Wei Feng, death is on you and you are still poisoning the men's minds. It seems you think you are not dying fast enough."

The words were out, and Ning Chen suddenly sprang up, touched a toe to the horse's back, and swept sideways through the air a good thirty feet.

In midair, the long saber came out of its sheath.

As he came down, a streak of cold light flashed past in front of Wei Feng's eyes.

Ning Chen went past the officers like a ghost, and the cold light showed for an instant.

Then a touch of his foot and he drifted backward through the air, touched a toe to a soldier's shoulder, shot backward again, and came down squarely on his horse's back.

Several thudding falls!

Only then did Wei Feng and the rest go down, the wounds in their throats opening, the blood coming out in a rush.

Every mouth there fell open, and the color went out of…