The Mad Blood Fight

"Haha, Zhang Ning, you are actively calling for a truce. My Shen family is inferior to you, both in strength and numbers!"

At this moment, Shen Cang was drenched in blood, unaware of the count of casualties he had caused. Under the sunlight, his appearance was that of a terrifying Asura from the depths of hell.

Shen Cang's words were quite evident. Despite being weaker in both martial prowess and numbers, it was Zhang Ning who requested a ceasefire, and that held a strong tone of disdain.

"Shen Cang, I admit, I was careless in this battle. But the situation for your Shen family isn’t optimistic either. I don't want the Zhang warriors to be left without reinforcements and die in this battle. I suggest you consider the conditions of your Shen family warriors."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Ning was suddenly furious. An unnamed fury ignited within her.