C182 Soul Sect Stronghold.

"Zhou Kui!"

Han Feng's voice was tinged with indignation as he cursed his own commander-in-chief. To him, Zhou Kui was nothing more than a leech, demanding fifty percent of the spoils of war for merely providing a token. How could Han Feng not be infuriated?

But he had no choice. Without agreeing, he might lose even the other half.

Back at the barracks, the soldiers were assembled