Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3835: Severed Arm
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 254: Start
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 332: Big Dog!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3834: The Profound Spirit Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1190- Three types of weapons
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 321 - Two Teachers? That's Not Impossible
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 320 - Bold And Reckless: Striking At A God-Level Expert
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1189- War Fortress
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 629: Peach Blossoms Bloom Outside of Peach Blossom Alley
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1188- Fallen wings
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 951: The Yellow Court World
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1187.5- Splitting spoils (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3833: The Illusion-condensing Swordmaster
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 37: Production and Exploration
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 628: The Hidden Traitor Gradually Surfaces
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 331: Chaos
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Bang!
Upon seeing the army outside, the army within the City of Steel grew restless, all of them preparing for a vicious battle.
The Tibetans were fearless, and it would be an arduous task to push them back.
Just when they were ready to welcome a great battle, a Tang commander noticed something and shouted, "A white flag! They're raising a white flag!"
On the continent, every country had its own war banner, but ever since the Great Tang's war with Arabia, due to Wang Chong, everyone had come to understand the special significance of the white war banner.
Surrender!
Perhaps there had been no such custom in the past, but everyone had accepted this by now.
The Tibetans wanted to surrender?
How was that possible!?
The soldiers glanced at each other in confusion. What was Ü-Tsang plotting with this? Trying to make them let down their guard?
Did they want to deceive them into opening the gates?!
But this was not the only thing that left them shocked.
Rumble! The Tibetan army drew closer and closer.
Everyone quickly noticed several dozen powerful Tibetan commanders amidst the Tibetan ranks. But what was most unusual was that they were escorting a prisoner cart.
"What are the Tibetans trying?"
They all looked at each other, confused as to what sort of scheme the Tibetans were attempting.
As the distance shrank and they saw who was in the prisoner cart, everyone paled.
"Dalon Trinling!"
On the walls, Young Master Qingyang, Li Junxian, and all of the Tang and Western Turkic generals were flabbergasted.
The figure in the prisoner cart was none other than that man who had placed so much pressure on their shoulders and had almost taken the City of Steel.
But he was no longer casual and elegant, graceful and handsome. The Dalon Trinling in the prisoner cart was disheveled and filthy, his hands and feet shackled. He presented the perfect picture of a prisoner.
"What are the Tibetans up to? Did they rebel and imprison Dalon Trinling in the hopes of buying a chance at survival for the Ü-Tsang Empire?"
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