Beheaded from the Start, I Hold the Xie Valley with My Mo Dao

As Zhuge Liang prepared to campaign north, he deliberately left the vanguard post vacant.

While the generals argued endlessly over whether Wei Yan or Yang Yi should take the position, an eighty-jin mo dao came crashing to the ground.

Wei Feng dropped to one knee. “Your subordinate volunteers to lead the vanguard.”

Wei Yan cried out in fury and disbelief, “You traitorous son! When did you secretly learn to use that weapon?”

Zhuge Liang gave his feather fan a gentle wave. “In that case, you will defend Jieting.”

Wei Feng looked up, his gaze suddenly turning cold. This was clearly the same deadly trap history had set before!