Ye Qing involuntarily stumbled back several steps, nearly tumbling to the ground. His face turned deathly pale at a visible rate, reflecting the immense shock and waves of terror that rippled through his entire being.
The War God of the State? That title hasn't been mentioned in ages... and it belongs to this unremarkable-looking guy in front of me?
"This... this is impossible!"
Ye Qing's heart sank with dread, but the sight of the Seventh-Rank Military General, who had clearly been dispatched from a nearby division, plunged his heart into an abyss. He was merely a local Defense Leader. To put it bluntly, his jurisdiction was a tiny area. He was a tyrant in his own territory, but on the outside, he was nothing more than a minion, not even worthy of a second glance.
"Could this be a mistake?" Zhang Tianxiong's tongue was nearly tied in a knot. All traces of his earlier arrogance had vanished, replaced by torrents of cold sweat.
