"Ahhh!" Atop the city wall, Zhou Tong uttered a startled cry, but the sound abruptly stopped halfway.0

On the battlefield, a hand firmly supported the bottom of the gourd, preventing it from descending even a fraction.0

Wangyue Pi's face flushed red as he exerted all his strength to press down with both hands, but his trembling arm muscles were helpless as he was pushed back inch by inch.0

Xue Qiming slowly stood up, and the gourd he was holding in his right hand rose along with him.0

He wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth with his left hand, then casually wiped it off on Wangyue Pi's chest.0

Xue Qiming seemed a little dazed. He shook his head, then looked Wangyue Pi in the eyes and said seriously, "Didn't I tell you… I can still fight."0

"You, you…" Wangyue Pi stammered in astonishment, unable to find the words.0

Xue Qiming...0