Chapter Thirty-Five: Dying to Offer Incense, to Live for the

hrough the air, and frost spread.A full twelve squads of stone riders froze in place, then shattered into pieces.>“General! Someone is approaching from the left rear! They wield a scarlet-tipped spear...an Zhu Ping spat blood and flew backward, spraying blood along the way!Stunned, terrified.“Such lowly trash, not even capable of withstanding a single punch. What hope do they have against me, Yin Gua...