"Is this a God of War? While I was on the battlefield killing enemies, he was still a dude. This kind of useless individual actually wants to fight against me, ha ha ha!"
Hu Yanqing laughed heartily, paying no attention to the greasy hands as he wiped them on the voluptuous and fair-skinned woman's skin beside him.
The surrounding soldiers began to flatter him, their voices full of flattery.
"The General is renowned as the 'First Warrior' and was once the warlord of the 'Holy Temple' in the Western world. That dude is just a nobody to you."
"I bet he would wet his pants if he stepped onto the battlefield and saw the general."
"In my opinion, the General will sweep through Xi Ye, advance straight ahead, and conquer Donghua in no time!"
Hu Yanqing narrowed his eyes, greatly enjoying the compliments from the crowd.
He truly looked down upon and despised the inept Donghua commander.
If it weren't for the fear of that mysterious and powerful 'Asura,' he would have already led his troops to advance and directly attack Donghua's stronghold.
Hu Yanqing's eyes flickered, his face showing a hint of seriousness and fear.
He could never forget the scene from five years ago.
A masked young man, wielding a single blade, stormed directly into the Holy Temple stronghold.
He witnessed with his own eyes as the Lord of the Holy Temple and the seven great warlords, those god-like figures, were beheaded one by one under his horse's hooves!
The entire Holy Temple was instantly annihilated, turning into nothingness.
He was extremely shocked and excited, but he clenched his teeth and prepared for battle.
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