Outside Ensa City.
With a flick of its long whip, the magpie effortlessly lifted Sangjianpu up and tossed him around like a spinning top, nearly breaking him apart.
Sangjampu cursed Saiba's ancestors for eighteen generations in his mind:
That bastard should just die!
Why do you still want to hurt him?!
If he survives this time, he will definitely dig up that grandson of a Saiba's bones and whip his corpse three hundred times!
The soldiers on the city wall were all dumbfounded when they saw Sangjiampu being thrown around like a dog.
The soldiers guarding the city rushed to report the news, which quickly reached the ears of King Di Kanlong in the royal palace.
Dikanlong narrowed his eagle-like eyes slightly, his hooked nose twitching, his face full of coldness: "As expected, the Ninth Prince is a newborn calf who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, and has still come to our door in the end."
"Your Excellency, there has been no news from His Majesty yet, but the Ninth Prince has already reached our doorstep. Should we make our move now?" Duozhen, one of Dikanlong's trusted subordinates, respectfully inquired.
“His Majesty must have been delayed by something important, but His Majesty’s determination to kill the Ninth Prince is a foregone conclusion. Let’s stall for two days and wait for His Majesty’s decision. If the Ninth Prince is eager to die, we will send him to the Western Paradise.” Di Kanlong’s voice was cold and ruthless.
Duozhen nodded and said, "Then I will make the arrangements immediately."
“No, you go yourself,” Dikanlong said, raising his eyes. “Even Sangjianpu is no match for that girl, so the Ninth Prince is probably no pushover either. He is likely close to the Foundation Establishment stage. Take half of our people with you, pick a few good fighters, and teach them a lesson! If they back down and give it a few more days to think it over, we can also wait for His Majesty’s news.”
"Yes, Your Excellency!" Duozhen accepted the order and swiftly dispatched four hundred elites to the city wall to meet the challenge.
Below the city walls, Sangji Anpu was barely breathing, and was tightly bound with hemp rope by Xique, being dragged behind the horse like a dead dog.
The magpie was in the middle of its frolicking when it saw a large group of new people on the city wall. It shouted violently at the wall, "Is this your most powerful general? Do you have anyone more capable?"
Duo Rong's voice, sharp and cold, was like a scathing blade: "Little girl, there's always someone better. Don't be too arrogant, or you'll die a horrible death."
"Stop babbling on...!"
"Xique, come back!" Xique raised her whip and angrily pointed it at Duoqi, about to utter some harsh words, but Ji Fengyao stopped her in time.
The magpie hadn't had enough of its game yet. Although reluctant, it obediently spurred its horse and dragged Sangjianpu back to Ji Fengyao's side: "Miss, what's wrong?"
"You are no match for him," Ji Fengyao said warily, staring at Duolu with a telepathic message.
Xi Que glanced back at Duo Cheng, feeling unconvinced, but still believed Ji Fengyao's words and obediently stepped aside, not causing any more trouble.
Seeing this, Duozhen sneered, "What, is it that women make the decisions in the Ninth Prince's army?"
"Watch your mouth! Without women, where would you be? Did you spring out of a rock?" Bai Lu retorted angrily.
Duozhen smiled with utter contempt, ignoring Bailu's anger and instead looking at Shang Xiye with even greater provocation.
"Speak, how do you want to fight? Should I launch a general offensive now, or should you send someone out to fight?" Shang Xiye's voice was deep and his expression was extremely calm, completely unaffected by Duo Cheng's dismissive attitude.
That question really hit the nail on the head.
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