The might of his fists was unparalleled. He moved freely through the army's formation, smashing the Blackgold Soldiers, men and horses alike, into bloody paste.
"Pathetic, pathetic! You're all too weak!"
The Thick-Eyebrow Monk laughed with wild abandon.
"This Monk is incredibly strong. He must be at the Middle Fifth Grade."
The General beside the Eldest Princess commented gravely.
"Don't worry about me. Go and deal with him. Otherwise, Great Yan will surely hold us accountable for this trip to the Imperial Capital."
Luo Qiufu knew full well that if their losses in soldiers and armaments were too great, it would inevitably incur the displeasure of the Great Yan Court.
That was an outcome she desperately wanted to avoid.
"Very well. Princess, please be careful."
The middle-aged, bearded General could only nod.
