Western Regions
The swirling yellow sands danced wildly in the air. Standing atop the palace walls filled with exotic charm, Zhu Haomiao gazed into the distance, the sounds of battle cries and screams echoing incessantly behind him.
After an unknown amount of time, Dai Jinhong, covered in blood, ascended the walls and respectfully saluted.
"Sir, the centaurs left behind by the Qiuchi Country have all been slaughtered, and their King is willing to surrender to [Da Zhen]."
Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao turned around and saw a middle-aged man with a full beard wearing a luxurious robe, shivering not far away.
The dark and profound gaze of the black-clad youth fell upon him, as if a steel blade scraped across his skin, making the bearded man shiver all over. In haste, he presented his King Seal with both hands.
"General, I am willing to submit to [Da Zhen] and pledge allegiance to the Holy Emperor!"
