Arrogant clouds and arrogant palms constantly intertwined, as four pillars incessantly "roared" and soared. Arrogant smoke swept from all directions, knocking back those defenders who stood for everyone.
Even those guards not swept by the pillars had already drifted away in the strong wind like a tea leaf in the wind, swaying or trembling as it did during the Han Dynasty. A spear couldn't be found at all, much less used to attack.
Arrogance and conceit continued to break through the big ones, shouting again, "Murong Chen, if you want to give me a pile of hands to climb, let those people go." If not, even if Han dies here, I won't arrest arrogance and conceit for you! If I die, the Tang Dynasty will be ruined by me!"
The arrogant cloud emitted an arrogant sound, falling from the sky like thunder, heavily hitting everyone's ears. Especially Murong Chen, although he now hates the arrogant cloud, he still fears it.
