The three nodded, then stepped out, leaving Brack alone in the entire palace. He looked at the Precious Sword in his hand, feeling for the first time that honor was more valuable than life.
"Decide the dominance again? Han Dynasty, you are too confident. Even if my Kushan Empire loses a hundred thousand troops on this path, how could it shake our foundation? Even if you have full confidence in victory this time, I will shatter your fangs!" Brack stood up and muttered to his Sword.
"Our Kushan is no longer the Great Yuezhi of a hundred years ago. We will not let the Han Empire manipulate us at will!" Brack swung the Sword fiercely, and the stone table in front of him was split in half, the smooth cut surface reflecting his ferocious face.
Zhang Su and the others are now making the final preparations before the great battle, completely unaware that their unwaveringly determined reply has been interpreted with so many meanings by the other party.
