Fourteen men closed in step by step from three directions.
The fierce horse neighed loudly, but under Chen Yi's control, it lowered its head, charging forward without hesitation.
Like a formation-breaking assault, intimidating enough for anyone to dread. Even though the Brocade Guards possessed martial arts prowess, they were still flesh and blood. The guards blocking the way retreated to both sides and raised their blades to slash at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi tightened his grip on the blade, drawing an arc in mid-air. The throat of the guard nearest to his right was already marked by a thin line of blood.
Behind him, blades descended with the sound of rushing wind, slashing his back. His official robe split instantly, but his spine was like iron, leaving only a faint trail of blood.
