"Those cheap, worthless lives aren't worth a few coins even if you sold them. They were born to be stepping stones—why care about them? Great achievements are built on ten thousand bones! Which ancient emperor didn't climb up by walking over heaps of white bones?"
The old man with the horseshoe-shaped face jabbed a finger fiercely at the air, his eyes wide and blazing with fury.
Ying Luo glared at him. "Slaughtering the innocent and casualties of war are two completely different things!"
Chapter 844