In the Great Qin Dynasty, I, the Unruly Commander, begin by dual-cultivating with Yan Ling Ji.

"King Zhao...didn't you try every means to keep me here...?"

"I'm here now..."

Ying Ziqing walked leisurely through the hall with his hands behind his back.

When King Zhao saw that the few grandmasters who were guarding him at the end were sent flying by a mere rebuke from the unruly commander, he was astonished.

His body was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

Feeling the terrifying power of the vast sun, King Zhao slumped on his throne, barely having the strength to stand up.

Seeing the King of Zhao in such a state, Ying Ziqing shook his head.

A sneer came from beneath the scarlet mask:

"Compared to your current defeated state, I much preferred your previous unruly self..."

King Zhao saw that the infamous and ruthless commander had not attacked him.

A forced, ugly, ingratiating smile appeared on his terrified face.

"General, all that was... a misunderstanding. We didn't know it was you, General, who was here in person..."

A smile of interest appeared on Ying Ziqing's face beneath his scarlet armor.

"Then how does King Zhao intend to make amends?"

Upon hearing Ying Ziqing's words, King Zhao felt as if he had grasped a lifeline.

He said urgently:

"There must be some treacherous person behind this, causing the widow... There has been a slight misunderstanding between me and the commander-in-chief."

Later I will find those traitors and behead them as a warning to others. At the same time, my state of Zhao is willing to offer five cities to the commander-in-chief as a token of our friendship.”

Looking at the earnest words of King Zhao, Ying Ziqing smiled slightly.

"Hehe, King Zhao is indeed pragmatic, that's good."

However, I, the general, will be right beside King Zhao, watching with him as those who have jeopardized the friendship between Qin and Zhao are executed by a thousand cuts, and ten border cities are ceded to my King of Qin.

"This……"

Upon hearing this, King Zhao frowned slightly, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.

He originally intended to just grab two unimportant people at random to get by and deal with the current situation.

However, if one does as the wicked leader says, the situation will be quite different.

In that case, I'm afraid I'll have no other choice.

The only option was to let the high-ranking officials in the court take the punishment for this capital offense in his place.

However, this would inevitably cause a huge uproar within the court, and might even lead to political instability.

More importantly, if we were to truly hand over ten border cities to the other side,

Then Zhao's border defense system would be instantly torn open with a huge gap.

The enemy could then advance unimpeded, as if entering an empty field.

At that time, the entire country will be in extreme danger.

Thinking of this, King Zhao became increasingly conflicted, finding it difficult to decide what to do.

However, Ying Ziqing would not give the King of Zhao any time to hesitate.

His face was cold and stern, his eyes sharp as knives, and he suddenly raised his arm and clenched it tightly into the void!

In an instant, an extremely terrifying power suddenly erupted!

The several grandmaster-level experts who had been sent flying and lay on the ground due to severe injuries,

Their bodies exploded without warning under the influence of this force!

"boom"

With a deafening roar, their bodies exploded like firecrackers.

It instantly exploded into countless fragments, which then turned into streaks of bright red blood mist!

The blood mist filled the air, swirling everywhere.

It seemed to form a blood-red cloud, obscuring the sky and the sun.

And much of the blood mist sprayed out like raindrops.

The rain fell directly onto King Zhao's stunned and bewildered face.

At the same time, Ying Ziqing's hellish voice echoed eerily:

"This commander has very little patience..."

A bone-chilling coldness instantly pierced through the crown of King Zhao's head.

Upon regaining his senses, King Zhao instantly realized that his life was still in the hands of the Bad Commander.

He had no choice at all; those ministers and cities were nothing but external things. Only if he lived could the Zhao state have a future.

Upon regaining his senses, King Zhao bowed and said without hesitation:

"I will obey the commander's orders!"

Ying Ziqing's lips curled up slightly, forming a faint smile.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree as he slowly walked towards the throne of King Zhao, a symbol of supreme power and majesty.

Finally, Ying Ziqing sat peacefully on the throne of the King of Zhao, one of the Seven Warring States.

He remained calm and composed, as if he were the sole ruler of this world.

He gently raised his head, his deep, ocean-like eyes casually glancing at King Zhao, who stood respectfully to one side.

At this moment, the King of Zhao bowed slightly, his face full of flattery.

There were even beads of sweat on his forehead.

Facing the imposing commander before him,

He didn't dare to breathe too loudly, fearing that the slightest mistake would bring about his death.

Ying Ziqing spoke expressionlessly, her voice as calm as still water:

"Alright, since you're somewhat sensible, I'll spare your life for now."

Now, quickly and properly arrange the tasks I've been entrusted with.

Hearing this, King Zhao breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But he dared not be negligent in the slightest and quickly bowed in response:

"Yes, Commander... I will certainly do as you say, please rest assured!"

P.S.: In the new year, thank you all for your company, handsome guys! I wish you all a smooth and prosperous new year, free from illness and disaster, and that good things will turn out for the better!