"However, now this is already the third time."
"With one beat the spirit soars, with the second it wanes, with the third it is exhausted."
"When the vigor within the army is spent and morale sinks, then even if all are of one mind from top to bottom, they are powerless. Today, I will seize their Commander, seize their Qi; with this one arrow, rout these three armies!"
General Xue gripped the Breaking Cloud Sky-shattering Bow, and the White Tiger Dharma Form appeared.
He slowly drew open this Divine Weapon; the ancient war bow let out a faint keen, exuding a ferocity like a hunting tiger. The battle robe on General Xue's body billowed, his eyes blazing bright like fire as he fixed them upon the battlefield.
As though the myriad God Buddhas stood above, overlooking the grim slaughter of the mortal world.
Only at this very moment.
Only when his mouth was shut.
Did there emerge upon him the faintest thread of a grandeur belonging solely to the Number One under Heaven.
