Lu Dingkong had been pierced by Lu Chao's arrow. How could he possibly be fine?
He spat mouthfuls of blood. Miraculously, he clung to life and gasped, "Quick! Send word to the Grand Marshal! Lu Chao is back! He must know I was impersonating him. He's definitely going to storm the Great Wu Imperial Palace! Tell the Grand Marshal... to run!"
In that fleeting moment, Lu Dingkong had caught a glimpse of Lu Chao atop the Flying Feather Black Eagle.
Hence his frantic words.
Hearing this, the men beside him stared blankly for a moment before slowly shaking their heads.
Someone said in a low voice, "General Dingkong, surely there's no need. Marshal Lu is in the Creation Realm now."
Lu Dingkong's face was deathly pale. He shook his head frantically, his voice a raw rasp...
"The Little Sword-Winged Ice Wolf is also in the Creation Realm, and its cultivation is far beyond the Grand Marshal's."
