Let go of me!

"The Tudor family's patriarch has been killed by Future Commander." Wang Yun stood on the observation platform and heaved a long sigh of relief.

This long night was finally coming to an end. When the sun's rays glittered down upon everyone, the Knights of Tudor and the Knights of Radiance suddenly lost their will to fight.

For a moment, no one could tell whether they had lost their fighting spirit because their patriarchs were dead or because they could not bear to taint this hard-earned moment of sunshine by spilling blood.

Or perhaps both were just excuses, and everyone did not actually want to sacrifice themselves.

Ren Xiaosu raised his saber and panted as he looked around. "Submit to me, or die."

Actually, Yan Liuyuan had said this to the nomads before.

To a certain extent, Yan Liuyuan's leadership sense was awakened earlier than Ren Xiaosu even though he was younger than Ren Xiaosu.