Yu Wenye's words evidently caught Xue Xian off guard. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the person before him: "Oh? What rules?"
Yu Wenye fixed his gaze on him, and said word by word: "I."
"..."
"I am the rule!"
Dai Junliang's heart skipped a beat.
He looked up at Yu Wenye, but at this moment, before he even had time to clearly see the tall and burly figure in front of him, who, despite being ill, still gave an infinite sense of security and seemed as strong as a mountain, Yu Wenye had already suddenly raised his hand, swung his blade, spurred his horse, and charged forward at Xue Xian.
"General!"
Seeing him suddenly charge forward, others might have been able to remain calm, but Dai Junliang's expression changed instantly.
Only then did he remember that Yu Wenye was still sick, but he was going to fight Xue Xian directly just like yesterday. Dai Junliang instinctively shouted, but it was already too late.
