Bei Daohai gazed at that icy stare, feeling an overwhelming fear he couldn't suppress, his body trembling, even spilling the exquisite wine he held onto the ground.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his sudden burst of emotions, watching Long Qie slice through the masses, a trace of dread still flickering in his eyes.
After Xiao Zheng's death, he regarded Sky Net as something he could easily crush, but he was wrong when Leng Ruobing saw through his assassination plot, when Long Qie overthrew the people sent by the Great Sound Buddha Sect to solicit him, and now, when the Grassland King re-engaged, turning the battle decisively one-sided.
He realized he had been mistaken.
He slowly closed his eyes, calming his restless heart.
He wasn't Cao Cao, Sky Net wasn't Liu Bei, and Long Qie wasn't Zhao Yun. He believed that in this moment, he was the Zhuge Liang who could determine victory or defeat.
He still held one card in his hand.
