Yang Chuan took a few slow steps forward. "Marquis," he said, "you must die here today. Otherwise, every soldier of my Lingyun Dao will be annihilated."
"His Majesty treats us as his own sons, yet we harbored thoughts of rebellion. Today is the day we atone for our crimes."
Yang Chuan drew the weapon from his waist and slashed horizontally at the Marquis of Ren De.
This strike, infused with the Power of Battle Array, was immense enough to blot out the sky.
The Marquis of Ren De was alarmed.
Originally, half of Yang Chuan's soldiers had been swayed to the Marquis's side. But now, after Yang Chuan made his stand, another twenty percent of the troops had returned to his side.
In terms of the Power of Battle Array, he was now at a disadvantage.
But the Marquis of Ren De was, after all, a veteran of war-torn eras, and his mastery over the Battle Array surpassed Yang Chuan's.
