Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Chapter 716: The City of Steel (III)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
No matter how influential the Wang Clan was, it was still just one clan. As the Big Dipper Great General and commander of the Longxi border, Geshu Han truly did not need to fear the Wang Clan. At the very least, if someone like Geshu Han were to cast his lot with King Qi, the Wang Clan would have a massive headache.
But eighty percent of the capital's great clans…
No one in the Great Tang would dare to contemplate such an idea, not even Geshu Han. Being rejected by eighty percent of the great clans would essentially mean that one wouldn't even have a place to stand in the Great Tang.
This problem was one that troubled all the Imperial Great Generals.
By investing all these clans in the project, Wang Chong had give these generals a very challenging problem!
"Milord, Milord…"
A voice at his ear stirred Geshu Han from his stupor.
Geshu Han's eyes half-closed for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Two months! Give them two months!"
Eighty percent of the capital's great clans was an immense power. Casually offending them was no wise course of action.
But if he were someone who would retreat at the first sign of difficulty, he would have never become the Big Dipper Great General who stood guard over Longxi, much less been capable of stopping the hundreds of thousands of Tibetan cavalry.
Without that lofty and unyielding character, that sharpness that dared to test the edge of his enemies, he would have never become that fierce god of death that haunted every Tibetan.
"…Two months is the limit I'm giving them. This is a conflict between me and the Wang Clan. After those two months, those great clans will probably understand and not blame me."
Geshu Han raised his head, his eyes peering through the window, past the towers, and toward the Tibetan Plateau that pierced into the dark clouds. At that moment, his gaze was as sharp as a sword.
……
Neigh!
The cries of warhorses echoed over the steppe. The construction
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