Deep down, Zhou Wu just wanted to kill everyone in the Ten Sinners Camp. Once an impressive and highly respected general, Zhou Wu had slowly become corrupted by power and money.
Despite not having led a fight personally for a long time, Zhou Wu knew he did not have a choice but to go fight head on.
The dragon horse he was riding on was huge, and emitted strong Qi.
When the dragon horse neighed, its nostrils had a red flare around it.
Strong blood Qi suggested that the dragon horse was of the best of its kind!
Normal cultivators would never be able to control it!
"What?!"
"The old emperor did consider the option, but I heard that someone objected, refused to let them off, and even implicated their clans!"
"There were even times when people tried to tap into our Hundred Wars Camp's resources, so why wouldn't they do that to Ten Sinners Camp?"