Kill or let live?
Just as this question emerged from Jiang Dali's heart, a prompt appeared on the panel.
Jiang Dali glanced at it briefly, smiled inwardly, made a decisive move, and with a flick of his wrist, the saber qi swept out abruptly.
Swoosh!!!
The fiery red saber qi, initially descending with the might of cleaving Hua Mountain, swiftly transformed into a sweep through thousands of armies.
Suddenly, a large number of Great Liao warriors rushing in were thrown off their feet, horses toppled, screaming as they fell, with severed limbs and blood scattering in the sky.
Jiang Dali stomped on the ground, his towering figure leaping up, landing in front of the Marshal of Liao, who did not dare to move an inch.
With a single outstretched arm, his large hand grabbed directly at the Marshal's shoulder acupoint, standing proudly within the chaotic and brutal battle circle, grinning at the nervous Marshal of Liao.
"You know what to do!"
