All of them recalled Manager Cheng's orders for the mission – "Make sure you leave nothing to chance; send more men over if you need to. Finish it once and for all, take advantage of the commotion now that all the generals from the other countries are here."

"Even if you strive for perfection, don't you think that your method is overly extensive, Manager Cheng? We’re only taking care of a young popinjay, why would we need five hundred men?"

The leader had chortled as if he knew something that the others did not.

"Assurance is prioritized over all else."

Manager Cheng spoke softly, "The lion uses his all when preying upon the rabbit. Besides, Young Master Yun isn’t a total popinjay, he has a cultivation base as well, meager as it is. He is the only son of Marquis of Heavenly Clouds after all…"

"What cultivation base can defend itself against the simultaneous attacks of five hundred martial artists? Even if it’s Marquis of Heavenly Clouds himself, can he ward off such an extreme sh