Qin Yi's gaze gradually turned cold.
"Snatch someone? Try it."
Li Zhaonan retreated on horseback, slowly drew his sword from his waist, pointed the tip at Qin Yi, and shouted, "Soldiers, hear my command! Qin Yi has murdered Lu Zhao, the War General, imprisoned the Princess, and has malicious intent. All of you, charge! Life and death are inconsequential; for anyone who wounds him with a blade or sword, there are a thousand gold coins. Whoever takes his head will receive ten thousand gold coins and be made Marquis."
The soldiers moving forward began to look fervent.
The world is bustling, all driven by profit.
In the face of great reward, there will be brave men.
In front of money, many things are easily overlooked, such as the disparity between the sides.
"Kill!"
Thousands of troops transformed into a torrent, rushing toward Qin Yi.
"Qin Yi, this is the consequence of your betrayal." Li Zhaonan sneered coldly.
