Zhu Meng reached out and closed a soldier’s eyes. “The city lord probably doesn’t know anything about this. If I don’t return, tell him everything I said just now.”

“General, you…”

Zhu Meng shook his head. “Dying on the battlefield is my role.”

He hadn’t even finished speaking when the general heard a peculiar whistle, a sound akin to demons crying out in fear. The moment this sound entered his ears, Zhu Meng roared explosively, “Careful!” He then pressed the officer to the ground while he himself glanced about under the cover of a heavy shield.

Zhu Meng wasn’t slow, but there was almost someone faster. The old man called Rui shot into the air—that sorry figure of his looked as though someone had just branded his behinds.

A beam of blue light tore through the air like a silent meteor.

The azure radiance grazed past the old man’s feet, through the chest of a bearded general, and far off into the distance.

The general opened his mouth but no sound came out. He tried to cover the wound with his hand, but who could block a bowl-sized...