Soon, a large group of iron cavalry surged into the quiet street, each person holding a torch that illuminated the entire road.
"Great General!"
The officer trapped inside the barrier saw the cavalry spreading out outside. A middle-aged man, not tall and even somewhat short, walked out surrounded by others as if he were the center of attention.
Zhao Shixiong was still on horseback, dressed in sleepwear, seemingly awakened from slumber in a hurry.
Expressionless, he suddenly reached out with his right hand towards the air, then his wrist sank, and the night rippled as a great guan saber was forcibly pulled out from the void.
The long blade swung in the air!
The enormous blue and white bowl covering the street corner cracked with a "click," shattering into cobweb-like fractures and crumbling into pieces.
A magic array capable of trapping the Worldly Realm couldn't withstand even one slice from him!
