A dark glint appeared deep in the Beili Emperor's eyes.
"We'll see if he's all talk once we get on the battlefield," a general seated among the officials chimed in.
The Xi Yan General turned to look. "And who might this be?"
"This is Beili's new Martial Champion, General Tan Ke," the Beili Emperor said.
"So, a newly appointed general. How about we have a little duel to liven things up for everyone?" The Xi Yan General's gaze was sharp and malicious; he could tell at a glance that this Tan Ke was a promising talent.
'Such promising talent must be snuffed out before it can fully bloom.'
"A duel..."
"Dean Chen arrives! General Xiang arrives—" a young eunuch's shrill voice rang out.
The Beili Emperor snorted. 'So they decided to show up after all?'
Everyone turned to look toward the back of the hall.
The Xi Yan General dismissed Tan Ke with a glance, his attention shifting to the group entering the hall.
