No Where to Run
"Dragon Slaying Strike!"
Long Chen, not to be outdone, swiftly unleashed a flashing blade that instantly conjured a water dragon, which pulverized everything in its path.
Wu Ba looked down coldly, as if the deaths of the Yellow Turban soldiers were as insignificant to him as ants dying.
"Who's this general? A little interesting!"
"King! King! Shall we retreat?" An advisor by Wu Ba's side panicked.
"Retreat? What's there to retreat from? There's still so much grain to be taken away!" Wu Ba sneered; he was not afraid of these people.
Even though he had been tricked, in the face of absolute strength, it was nothing to him. The reason for his confidence was that Wu Ba was at the peak of his powers, his level approaching 100.
He was a top-notch third-rate general with formidable martial skills!
Naturally, he had no fear of Long Chen and the others.