Old Siming raised his head to drink, casually wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, looked at Li Guanyi, and asked with a smile: "So, kid, in such a good opportunity, why have you become so indecisive?!"
"Chen Dingye, that tyrant, has a blood feud with you. To be honest, strike when he's weak and take his life. At this point, what's the point of sticking to martial world ethics? Isn't it better to just kill that guy first?"
"Chen Dingye is currently exposed at the rear; it's the perfect time to strike hard at him."
"Just like that, listen to this old man. Use Chen Wenmian's Grey Wolf Guard as the vanguard, with your Qilin Guard pressing ahead, elite soldiers with heavy armor cavalry, charged up to storm Chen Dingye's rear forcefully. That kid is as good as dead!"
Prince Qin only watched the vast sky, contemplating for a long time.
The Nine Provinces Tripod Bell roared, within his eyes, divine profundity was hidden.
