Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
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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