The commanding officer of the Northwest Border Army, a Yu Country general whose reputation is second only to Xue Shence!
Zhao Shixiong walked leisurely from the end of the street with his hands behind his back, his figure and features gradually emerging from the shadows cast by the buildings.
His expression was calm and composed, and his eyes were filled with interest as he scrutinized Zhao Douan, stopping at a distance of a hundred paces.
"Clatter..." The sound of fine footsteps arose, as a large number of heavily armed soldiers suddenly emerged from both ends of the long street, these were Zhao Shixiong's Personal Guard Camp, inseparable from him.
At this moment, the long street was sealed off, and if viewed from the sky, it would seem as if it had become a cage.
