Chapter Twenty: The General Sets the Plan-Bone Grafting(Dominance)

"The Left Commander has fallen..."

"The Left Commander has fallen."

"Report! Left Wise King, the Left... the Left Commander has fallen."

The Hun cavalry retreated, their cries of alarm echoing as they pulled back.

As the Huns began to scatter, Qin Cheng suddenly turned, quickly yet carefully crossing over to Wu Daliang, helping him up with cautious hands.

"Leader, you were incredible," Wu Daliang said weakly, looking at Qin Cheng and trying to smile, though blood welled up from his mouth.

"Don’t speak," Qin Cheng wiped the blood from Wu Daliang’s lips with one hand, while his other arm continued to steady and lift him.

Wu Daliang was drenched in blood, his armor covered in gashes, buckles missing, the whole set hanging askew upon him. Qin Cheng frowned deeply, first settling Wu Daliang onto a horse before mounting himself.

Suddenly, from amidst the retreating Huns, a thunderous shout rang out, followed by a bloodcurdling scream.

"Stand your ground! Those who retreat will be executed!" The Left Wise King galloped forward, cutting down the foremost fleeing cavalry with a single stroke. His long blade pointed at the disordered troops before him, his eyes blazing with authority, his face darkened in furious wrath.

"Why do you retreat?!"

"The Left Commander has fallen, so you choose to flee?!"

"When did the warriors of Great Hun become cowards on the battlefield?!"

"How can you face the fallen Left Commander? How can you face your wives and sons on the steppe?!"

"How can you face the god of Kunlun?!"

The Left Wise King roared in anger, spittle flying, each word louder and more furious than the last.

He found it incomprehensible—never had the warriors of Great Hun fled so chaotically, not even before the flying general Li Guang.

Having his view blocked by hundreds of cavalry, the Left Wise King had not witnessed Qin Cheng slay the Left Commander, and could not fathom the panic that had overtaken his troops.

After his furious outburst and the clamor of hooves, the terrified Hun riders steadied themselves, casting anxious glances at their king.

"Warriors of Great Hun, children of the god of Kunlun, how can you flee the field?" Seeing his men regain their composure, the Left Wise King’s reason returned. "Under the protection of Kunlun, we shall be invincible!"

"Kunlun!" he called, raising his arm.

"Kunlun!"

Those who had been gripped by fear now unconsciously shouted the name "Kunlun," their voices growing stronger, their eyes burning with fervor. Soon, the spirit of fearlessness returned to them.

"Now, I command," the Left Wise King declared, surveying his troops, his voice stern, "the entire army to assemble and hold a cremation ceremony for the Left Commander. I will carry his ashes back to the steppe, so his soul might return to Kunlun!"

"May Kunlun see not only the soul of the Left Commander, but also your victorious glory!"

...

Qin Cheng raced back to Eagle Pass, the thirty yards covered in a matter of breaths. As he dismounted, Dong Chu and others hurried to help Wu Daliang down, handing him to the waiting army physicians.

Wu Daliang’s injuries were grave, but his life was not in danger, and Qin Cheng felt a slight relief. Focused on Wu Daliang, he failed to notice the garrison soldiers watching him with admiration.

"Well done!" Li Guang gave Qin Cheng a heavy clap on the shoulder, his praise clear and unreserved. Even Li Gan, at his side, looked at Qin Cheng with respect.

"I am grateful to have fulfilled my duty," Qin Cheng exhaled in r