The young prince of Jiuding glanced at General Fan, who had a thick black mustache and seemed to be well aware of his dissatisfaction.
General Fan's black face turned slightly red, and he retreated with a look of shame.
"Stop talking about that. General Liu, General Li, General Zhao!"
The young prince Jiuding put away his fan, pressed it on the armrest, and turned to look at the other three generals:
"You have fought against that Yang Ling. Tell me, how do you feel? Have you seen the origin and reputation?"
"This... this Yang Ling is really too strong. Our blood incarnation was given by the prince. It is invincible on the battlefield and has great lethality. I don't know how many aliens I have killed in the past. But in front of this Yang Ling, not only can I kill him with one blow, He killed us instantly, and we ourselves were also seriously injured."
"More than that, the martial arts he used later were even more terrifying. They directly affected the soul. At that time, the four of us also came out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. We were determined and far superior to those warriors. But at that moment, it felt like our souls were all gone. It's about to be pulled out, and I can't even move, let alone fight back!"
"Your Highness, I forgive you for being ashamed and ignorant. This kind of unique skill is really unseen and unheard of. It doesn't even feel like the unique skill of our Han Dynasty!"
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The three generals Liu, Li, and Zhao lowered their heads and said with shame on their faces. Looking back on the battle just now, it was so frustrating. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!