of thousands of soldiers from Beijang were filled with high spirits. The people of Beijang excitedly cheered in the streets.Because the God of War is still alive, it means there's still hope for thei...The masked man was now gnashing his teeth at An Xuetang, clenching his fists, "An Xuetang, it seems that my warnings to you were not enough, were they"

Facing his anger, An Xue Tang's expression did not change in the slightest. Her cold eyes dared to meet his gaze.

She fell silent for a moment before meeting his gaze defiantly. "Whether it's me, the imperial concubine, or the King of Beijiang," she said slowly, "we fear nothing!"

After saying that, she suddenly darkened her face and took a step closer to the man. She stood face-to-face with him, and in the face of his rage, the fire in her eyes burned even brighter than his.

"I didn't ask for all of your people to die as retribution for killing my own. Be grateful!"

The masked man sneered, "Princess of Beijang, you have quite the nerve. So you aren't afraid that I'll kill King Beijang right in front of you"

Faced with the man's threat, An Xuetang sneered, mimicking his expression, "If you can accept a beautiful woman dying in front of you while lying in bed, then come at me."

Threat!t survive tonight!At this moment, he slowly closed his eyes and said weakly, "Do whatever you want to me."Mo Yunjing's gaze was as cold and deep as a winter abyss, fixed on him without uttering a word...