"You... you demon from the bloody sea of Po Yi!" If nobody held him back, the Mulan general, with a head as large as a vat, would have already drawn his scimitar to charge at Old Liu.
"Tremble!" Liu Zhenhan raised the string of beaded heads high, and his nightmare steed stood upright, cooperating with a long neigh: "This will be your fate as well!"
The "Fragrant Hyacinth" pinned to his lapel made this bold proclamation roll across the sky above the wasteland like thunder.
The destruction of the vanguard legion had already greatly saddened the Mulanese. Liu Zhenhan's provocative taunt instantly incited their anger. The commanders abandoned the battlefield's unwritten rule of not killing messengers, dispatched their best swordsmen and fastest camels to kill the detestable Beamon on the spot. To their surprise, Liu Zhenhan drew two Damascus scimitars, cutting down seven Mojie along with their camels with ease, and made a swift escape.
