That feeling, as if the Divine General before his eyes, would in the next moment draw his weapon and charge towards him in an instant, was the murderous intent exhibited by a high-level Martial Artist, one of the top ten Divine Generals in the world, towards a mere Colonel.
Under normal circumstances, one would react like the guards nearby, turning pale and unable to stand steady, bowing their heads like the Ritual Eunuch, not daring to meet Yuwen Lie’s gaze. However, at this moment, a surge of malice and murderous aura rose in Li Guanyi’s heart.
He had once drawn his sword and struck at the number one Divine General in the world.
The experiences of the past now served as his support, the young man’s spine was straight, one hand resting on his sword.
Slowly lifting his head, he looked towards Yuwen Lie.
The two men locked eyes with each other.
Above the sky, the White Tiger Seven Stars shone brightly.
At the same time, the Turkic chariots had also arrived. The Turkic Seven Kings, dressed in the elaborate and solemn attire of the grassland, followed the chariots of Ying Country, and the handsome strategist also came with him. The Seven Kings was holding the strategist Breaking Army’s arm, sternly warning him in Turkic.
Absolutely, absolutely do not act recklessly.
This is not the grassland.
Do not lay hands on the consorts in the Emperor’s harem and so forth.
Breaking Army couldn’t be bothered with him.
He was thinking about where to find the White Tiger Sect. He had come with the chariots of Ying Country this time, willing to help the Seven Kings discuss marriage and alliance with the princes of Ying Country. His goal was Yuwen Lie, who was said to be a Divine General bestowed with the White Tiger Dharma Form, dominating everywhere, capable of breaking countries single-handedly.
Isn’t he the real White Tiger Sect?
Having seen him before, indeed, his presence was profound and imposing, extraordinary, dominantly chilling, manifesting the air of an ancient Overlord. Today, he planned to discuss again. While the Turkic Seven Kings was sternly warning him, suddenly, the sound of horses neighing rose continuously, and the chariots all stopped.
A cold chill rose from the bottom of everyone’s hearts.
They all couldn’t help but shiver as if a weapon had already been drawn, pressing against the forehead, and in the next moment, this weapon would thrust forward, piercing through the vital point to take life. Breaking Army shivered and lifted his head, stunned.
He saw the White Tiger Seven Stars shining brightly in the sky.
Breaking Army’s eyes widened suddenly.
And this murderous intent, could it be, Yuwen Lie?!
His heart suddenly surged with excitement, and he jumped down from the chariot. The Seven Kings said, "What are you doing!"
"This is the imperial palace of Chen Country, don’t run around! Be careful or they’ll behead you!"
Then he saw his strategist stopping.
The Seven Kings breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this man could still listen to reason, after all.
Just then, Breaking Army suddenly jumped onto the chariot, then grabbed the Seven Kings and jumped down.
"I might get beheaded myself."
"But with you, at most we’ll get a severe scolding."
Breaking Army turned his head and explained to his own life-saving talisman, leaving the Seven Kings shocked and amused, but without choice but to follow him. Breaking Army pulled the Seven Kings and ran forward, the imperial palaces guards were intimidated by their fierce momentum and couldn’t stop them. They quickly rushed to the front.
Breaking Army slowed down.
He saw the dragon-like steed, and the Divine General on horseback.
Breaking Army’s eyes lit up, stirred with emotion, murmuring, he suddenly let go of the Seven Kings’ arm, his gaze fixed on Yuwen Lie, unwavering, murmuring in his heart, "The Divine General of the world, the stature of an Overlord! A unique cultivation technique and realm in the world."
"Such a Divine General, in his thirties, could break cities and destroy countries, lead tens of thousands of cavalry over thousands of miles to fight, his murderous aura could change the White Tiger Seven Stars."
"It’s not wrong, definitely not wrong."
"He is the White Tiger Sect! Such stature, such bearing, only he can be the White Tiger Sect!"
The Seven Kings was vexed, "The one you are looking for, is it Yuwen Lie?"
Breaking Army didn’t respond. Having confirmed the identity of the White Tiger Sect, he was overjoyed.
Suddenly curious, who had provoked Yuwen Lie to such wrath? His gaze shifted, following Yuwen Lie’s gaze, and fell on the young man, seeing his insufficient strength; his spine was straight, his expression calm, one hand resting on his sword, his black hair fluttering slightly.
Just like the man holding the Battle Halberd in the sandstorm that day.
Breaking Army’s body suddenly tensed.
The Seven Kings noticed to his side that Breaking Army, excited upon witnessing Yuwen Lie’s prowess, had suddenly calmed down, curious, Breaking Army turned, grabbing the Seven Kings’ arm.
No longer as agitated as when he first saw Yuwen Lie, but forcefully!
Gripping so hard that it seemed he might break the Seven Kings’ arm.
Even Breaking Army’s own hand turned white from the strain.
He stared intensely at the young man across, with no intention of looking away as before.
Clenching his teeth, tensing his expression.
Deliberately pausing between his words, he said: