An army surrounded the city, the black mass of soldiers stretching till the ends of one’s vision. It was a sight that brought with it a crushing pressure.

Of course, the greatest pressure was not from these troops, but the seven thin figures at the front of the army. Powerful Genesis Qi slowly churned within the bodies of these seven individuals and the pressure from them was practically akin to thousands and thousands of men.

Qi Yuan glanced at the sky before his mockery-filled eyes turned towards the city wall as his powerful voice boomed, “Zhou Qing, half a day has passed. Are you ready to open the gates and surrender?”

Zhou Qing’s figure revealed itself on the city wall. His face was expressionless, scarlet-red Genesis Qi rising around his body as he indifferently said, “Want me to surrender to a rebel? Stop dreaming Qi Yuan.”

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