After hearing General Wu's report, a smile appeared on Liu Jun's pale face.
"Hehehehe! That boy named Lu really has two brushes."
General Wu echoed: "Yes...yes! The incident happened suddenly, and my subordinates couldn't stop drinking no matter how hard they shouted."
"Can't you stop drinking?" Liu Jun glanced at General Wu with his blood-red eyes, "Then why should I keep you?"
He stretched out his arms, grabbed General Wu's neck from the air, and lifted him high.
The latter struggled hard, but to no avail.
"Great...man...forgive..."
Liu Jun did not answer. He took a deep breath, and a wine glass artifact slowly rose from above his head. The mouth of the cup slowly faced General Wu, and a black-red light came out from it, directly hitting General Wu's Tianling Gai.
He screamed, and red and white mist suddenly poured out of his seven orifices.
The mist was quickly absorbed by the wine glass. General Wu's screams echoed throughout the building.
After screaming in severe pain for a while, he made no sound anymore, and only a layer of skin and bones remained in his body.
Everyone around was frightened by this scene and knelt down.
Liu Jun grinned, picked up the wine glass, looked at it for a while, and then drank the red liquid in it.
Then he shuddered in comfort.
"Well, it is indeed General Wu's soul blood. It tastes mellow. Not bad, not bad!"
Liu Jun said to himself, and at the same time felt that his cultivation level had also been improved.
"Everyone, if you don't do your job well, you will end up like General Wu. Hahahaha!"
Everyone was prostrate at the foot of the steps, not daring to express their anger.
"The enemy is about to attack the city tomorrow. Which of you can go to meet the enemy?" Liu Jun's majestic and cold voice echoed in the meeting hall.
No one responded.
These people have all heard about the power of Lu Yuan and Yan Wu, but none of them are willing to be cannon fodder.
"If you don't disobey orders, do you all want to become my nourishment?" Liu Jun's voice suddenly became vicious.
At this time, a fifth-level general replied repeatedly: "My lord, my lord! The last general is willing to go!"
Three more generals agreed and were willing to join him.
Liu Jun's gloomy and pale face forced out a strange smile:
"Very good, that makes sense. Okay, General Zheng, you will be the chief general, and the generals who just agreed to go with you will be the deputy generals. Early tomorrow morning, we will go out of the city to meet the enemy!"
"As you command!"
He gave some more instructions and then went back to the house to rest.
A night of silence.
The next day.
General Zheng led 50,000 troops and set up a battle formation under the city before Lu Yuan and others arrived.
Liu Jun stood at the top of the city, waiting leisurely for the arrival of the opponent's army.
Not long after, dust started to rise not far away, and Lu Yuan Yanwu and others had a solemn appearance and were slowly approaching the city.
Seeing Lu Yuan arriving, Liu Jun suddenly became angry.
You brat, you dare to take away my beloved Lin'er. Today is the day you die!
He said viciously in his mind.
Soon, he saw General Zheng waving the flag and directing the army to march. The loud sound of war drums suddenly sounded in the team.
Trumpets and shouts were also heard from the opposite side. Lu Yuan and Zhou Wanzhi sat on the Chinese army chariot, driving alongside Yan Wu.
This scene deeply hurt Liu Jun. It seemed that even his soul was stabbed!
Suddenly, he felt a strange power coming from deep inside his heart. That force was devouring his sanity crazily, scurrying among his limbs and bones, tearing at his meridians, as if there were millions of knives shaving everything in his body wantonly.
After this power spread throughout his body, it was all concentrated on both sides of the front of his forehead.
Liu Jun knelt down in pain and covered his forehead with both hands.
But when he touched the skin on his forehead, greater power surged from it.
"Crack! Crack!"
After two muffled sounds, a pair of long black horns sprouted from Liu Jun's forehead!