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Chapter 1371: Can You Win?
....Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
He looked at his son coldly and asked.
“Uhm…” Ming Fucheng was stunned by his words.
However, he quickly composed himself and continued, “Father, I’m telling the truth. I wanted to capture them, but their cultivation levels are even higher than Zhan Beiye’s. All the shadow guards I brought were no match for them.
“That’s why I didn’t obtain anything and instead lost the 10 cities. This is my fault. I’m willing to take full responsibility. I will accept whatever punishments come without complaints, as long as you can vent your anger.”
The Yueming Emperor took a deep breath.
How could he vent his anger? It was impossible to reclaim the lost cities. He would not be appeased, even if he killed his son.
“Father, you can punish me however you want, but I have to obtain that artifact. If I do, you can use it to go to other planes in the future.”
Ming Fucheng looked at the Yueming Emperor nervously.
Being able to go to other planes was more useful than any excuse. The Yueming Emperor, having descended from Huayan Peak to take the throne, was well aware of the advantages of going to higher planes.
No one could refuse this benefit.
“They must be with Zhan Beiye now. Father, I don’t think we can let Zhan Beiye off so easily. We have to reclaim the 10 cities.”
“Enough!”
The Yueming Emperor was already thinking about the artifact, a slight curl forming at the corners of his mouth.
However, Ming Fucheng was oblivious. He had to mention the 10 cities and pour a bucket of cold water on the Yueming Emperor while his blood was still boiling.
“You still want to deal with Zhan Beiye at this point? Can you win? Do you think
I still have hundreds of thousands of troops for you to torture and kill?” “Father, this is an opportunity! As long as we capture those two…”
Ming Fucheng wanted to persuade him. He was not very interested in Zhan Beiye now, but he had to capture Qian Jiyun and An Jiuyue.
He could only leave the plane if he captured them and obtained their artifact. He had long grown tired of staying in this barren plane and did not want to stay any longer.
“Shut up!” The Yueming Emperor interrupted him, “Do you think you still have a chance after this defeat?”
He would be foolish to send troops to attack Zhanling Empire now.
He called for the people outside and instructed, ‘Guards! Take him away and sketch the portraits of the two people he mentioned.”
As for Ming Fucheng, he was not allowed to appear in front of him again after the portraits were drawn. He was to return to his room and reflect on his mistakes.
“Father, Father…
Ming Fucheng still had a lot to say, but it was too late. He was dragged away by two guards.
“Why did I listen to this b*stard?”
The Yueming Emperor was regretful. If he had not doted on his son and believed he would definitely win this war, none of this would have happened..
