He took a deep breath and looked in the direction from which the spear had just been shot outside the courtyard.
Coincidentally, he met Song Changming's gaze full of murderous intent, which inexplicably made him shiver.
It was as if facing the heart and spirit shock of thousands of troops on the battlefield, showing how strong the oppression Song Changming brought to him at this moment.
Song Changming dismounted, said nothing, took a step forward, exploded in speed, swept up a gale, and directly knocked over a group of road-blocking armored warriors with sheer physical force.
"You!" Zhou Ao couldn't react in time, and Song Changming had already kicked up a military saber from the ground and swung it with his hand again.
The long saber broke through the air once more, and by the time Zhou Ao realized he wanted to dodge, this saber had already penetrated the back of his hand holding the sword, pinning it firmly into the pillar.
Zhou Ao, in pain, was forcibly dragged back.
