Xiao Bao coldly said, "Is Prince Yuansheng being so aggressive because he has no intention of negotiating and wants to fight again?"

Xiao Zhixing was even colder than him, "I really don't want to negotiate. Rather than wasting my breath here, I'd rather seize the territory myself!"

Gu Modi was furious, "You!"

The second round of negotiations also broke down.

However, Khan Jing never replied, so they dared not make a decision on their own.

Xiao's army began its attack on the city that very day.

Standing atop Guixiong Pass, they faced a vast array of enemy troops below, some of whom had never even seen the new siege weapons they had ever used before.

Xiao Chi's expression remained blank.

Xiao Bao wasn't in much better shape. "Brother, Xiao Zhixing is powerful, and we..."

They can't hold out for long; they'll either have to agree to her conditions or watch her come in and take it.

Faced with this formidable enemy who was flawless and impossible to defeat, they were at a loss.

Ultimately, it's because the Northern Barbarians can't muster a large, united army to fight back; otherwise, they wouldn't have allowed her to be so arrogant.

Xiao Chi didn't speak, and turned to leave the pass.

Xiao Bao's gaze turned slightly cold, and he stood there for a while before returning.

Xiao Zhixing kept an eye on Xiao Kui's movements.

Seeing that the old woman was suffering from insomnia and had already called the witch doctor twice, she finally slept soundly.

The next day, she watched as Xiao Kui wrote an imperial edict in blood: "Appropriate measures shall be taken as appropriate."

He immediately felt refreshed and energetic.

Two days later, as Guixiong Pass was about to be breached, the third round of negotiations began.

The three northern barbarians looked grim. They hadn't rested well these past few days, worrying about the battle and waiting for a reply from the Khan's capital.

When the reply came, they started to have a headache.

Discretionary? How should discretionary be exercised?