One Against Ten Thousand

Han Moze glanced at the room full of people until his gaze finally fell upon Nangong Ba.

Nangong Ba smirked, then walked up to him. "I also want to help Your Majesty defeat the other three nations. I hope Your Majesty may permit me doing so."

They had all heard of the peerless Master of Wulin and the clan leader of the Celestial Senior Assassins. They had no problem with one against ten thousand.

He was truly the best talent around! How would the emperor use such a talent?

Everyone stared at Han Moze in excitement.

A sinister smile formed in the corner of Han Moze's mouth. A talent must not be wasted!

"Alright. Then, I order you to attack Nanli's army in the next few days. How do you feel about that?"

"Yes, Your Majesty." Nangong Ba was left stunned for a moment. He really did think highly of him!

Liu Rushuang wore a faint smile. It seemed like Ze and Nangong Ba could be good friends in this lifetime.