And so, the Sword Saint carved a path forward, killing as he went. Though there was no dazzling flurry of petals to accompany him, the sight of the garrison soldiers falling one by one around him as he passed was terrifying enough.
This, in fact, was a change in the Sword Saint. He had transformed from a swordsman who roamed the world with his blade into a killer who calculated every move in battle. It could also be said that he had transitioned from the realm of dreams to that of harsh reality.
A certain aesthetic was inevitably lost, but for those who could appreciate it, slaughter itself possessed an extreme beauty.
Below, Xue Three, accompanied by a group of subordinates and the Eldest Prince, cut down the garrison soldiers at the city gate before splitting his forces into two groups to secure their positions.
WOOOOOOOO!
In the distance, the sound of horns arose. The Shengle Army had already begun to move, their mounts pushed to their utmost limit as the charge began!
