"Bai Ze, do you really think you can coerce me into surrendering like this?" the Dragon King Zhuo Geng sneered at Bai Ze on the battlefield after seeing his son's subordinates being used as human shields pushed towards him.
"Who knows? We have to try, don't we? Dragon King, you are indeed among the elite of this realm. It wouldn't be difficult for you to withstand our attacks with your skill until reinforcements arrive! You might even be considering sacrificing your men or even your son for your escape because you suspect that even if you surrendered, your men would still die at our hands. Perhaps it's better to fight for your life now and avenge them later, don't you think?" Bai Ze spread his hands, enlisting the possible thoughts of Zhuo Geng.
"Since you've figured it out, what use is there in doing something meaningless? Come on! Kill or fight!" Zhuo Geng roared in anguish, holding his longsword across his chest.
