That person was a skilled warrior from Jin Country, yet he was kicked away, completely unable to fight back.
In an instant, two skilled warriors fell.
Gongsun Yu's face was cold and stern. He was also handsome and, like Xuanyuan Sheng in his youth, had been teased for looking like a girl.
As they grew up, both became renowned battlefield warriors.
The difference was that Xuanyuan Sheng nurtured light in his heart, while Gongsun Yu's had long turned dark.
Gongsun Yu coldly observed the two people who suddenly appeared, one being a young man of seventeen or eighteen in dark clothing, with a sword at his waist, and a cold appearance. It was he who had just severed the guard's hand.
He struck incredibly fast, managing to succeed right under Gongsun Yu's nose.
The other wore armor from Dayan, wielding a long knife that gleamed ominously.
The knife was stabbed into the ground, his hands lightly resting on the hilt.