Wan Xiangcen had to take a second look at this Thousand-man Commander. She felt the same urge to recruit him. She gently lifted a corner of her green veil to reveal a flawless face with delicate jade-like skin before quietly giving out an order.

Lu Sanchuan nodded and leaped into the sky. He landed close to Feng Feiyun and cupped his fists with a smile: “General Feng, you are a true hero unbeatable in the same realm.”

He suddenly sighed and said: “But it is a pity that your personality is too strong. Today, a disaster has befallen you, I’m afraid you won’t be able to see the sun rise from the east tomorrow!”

“Is it that serious?” Feng Feiyun pretended to be surprised.

Sanchuan sighed again: “You are too upright and frank. First, you have offended the Seventh Hall, and just now, you ended up killing four more geniuses from the Tenth Hall. Even a half-Giant would die if they caused so much trouble.”

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