บท 1467: Fierce Battle (3)

Clang!

The two generals clashed heavily on the battlefield.

"Guh." General Cao grunted as he was pushed back from the momentum of the two of them.

Raising his head, he could see Long Qian Xing, sitting on his horse, looking at him with extreme coldness and indifference. Even from several meters away, he could see that Long Qian Xing was angry at him.

But so what?

He hated these geniuses, including Long Qian Xing.

They could never understand what people like them, who had to work hard from the very bottom but could never shine, felt. He also wanted to stand at the limelight, receiving countless praises and adoration from other people.

Yet, he could never get it.

He has always been shadowed by other people who were more talented than him.

"You're indeed one of the best talent in the world." General Cao sneer and readied his sword again.

But so what?