So, when Ding Ling arrived at Chang'an.
Beside Cao Mengde, there was only Dian Wei left. The troops were merely thirty guards.
In Cao Mengde's own words.
If Chang'an is taken.
It will be enough to prove Ding Ling's terrifying strength, and the armies of Liu Bei and others should naturally give up command, submitting to Cao Mengde's leadership!
In this way.
Wouldn't there be someone to guard the conquered Chang'an?
Ding Ling was not one for delay.
Upon reaching the ancient city, he directly drew his sword, mounted his horse, and with a flying spin kicked off the ground, deploying the Flying Swallow Technique. Like a graceful wild goose, he soared hundreds of meters into the sky.
Under the piercing sunlight.
In the air, Ding Ling seemed like a deity covered entirely in golden paint, shining brightly, dazzling and noble, reaching the peak of luminosity.
In the slightly numb eyes of Liu Bei, Zhang Fei, Guan Yu, and others.
