Xiao Chen's body felt exhausted.
Every cell was gasping for breath.
Although he wasn't injured, his energy consumption was immense.
Looking at the Temple less than a hundred meters away, a smile appeared on his lips.
Covering these hundred meters, he would succeed.
He would personally take down Duke Charles's head to declare the Dragon Country's unyielding majesty.
To initiate the beginning of these peace talks.
"He laughed?"
Duke Charles felt a chill in his heart.
"Yes, he laughed."
Even Quan felt somewhat shivery.
Covered in blood, resembling a bloody man, Xiao Chen was actually smiling.
Was it a mockery?
Was it a confident smile?
No one knew.
But he laughed, despite a thousand or ten thousand men, he would soldier on. He stood against this formidable number of enemies, made it thus far, and would head towards success.
"Damn it, send in the King level fighters."
