"Will you still not cease? Your King Xilu has already become a captive..."
As her gaze swept across the Plain Battlefield, Princess Yu Jiao's icy and arrogant words echoed.
A touch of indefinable majesty was evident: "I give you three breaths' time, surrender immediately. Once those three breaths are over, anyone who dares to move... will be executed without mercy!"
The previous might of King Xilu was witnessed by all.
But now, he was like a dead dog, held in Princess Yu Jiao's hand, standing high in the sky, loudly speaking.
At this moment, he seemed to become an accessory to Princess Yu Jiao, the former imposing aura vividly remaining in everyone's mind, subtly elevating Princess Yu Jiao's image and majesty to an even grander and more imposing level.
Facing such a dominant and rising Princess Yu Jiao, no one dared to entertain thoughts of resistance.
The remaining tens of thousands of rebel Yalin Guards all knelt down, becoming captives.
