Zhao Bingyang just died like that?
Jie Chen masked his emotions as he made his move, and just as coldly, he pulled out his sword.
With a flick of his wrist, blood drops spurted out, branding the snow-covered ground with a series of red marks.
Xiang Ying couldn't help but say, "You should have left him for me to kill."
Jie Chen gave her a glance, his tone extremely indifferent.
"You can go and give a coup de grâce, as you please."
Having said that, he turned and sharply reprimanded Skinny Monkey and the others, ordering them to tally the remaining soldiers and see how many prisoners of war there were.
A trace of inexplicable emotion rose in Xiang Ying's heart.
She had said that once this was over, he would remain the Deputy General, and she would still be Xiang Ying.
But Jie Chen's speed at drawing boundaries was ridiculously fast, catching her completely off guard.
