Snort~
The Yellow Steed, which had been galloping swiftly, suddenly let out a mournful neigh. Its two front legs involuntarily buckled forward, instantly losing balance.
It crashed headlong to the ground!
Zhang Yuan, seated on its back, leaped up and landed steadily without falling.
But this horse, which had accompanied him over hundreds of miles, was on the brink of collapse.
Foam gushed from its mouth, its limbs convulsed, and its body heat was alarmingly high.
Zhang Yuan gave it a swift death with a single palm strike.
Then he offered it as a sacrifice.
This was already the third horse Zhang Yuan had switched to.
Several days ago, after he sank the Cyan Cloud Temple's warship and escaped using the waterway, he first found the nearest town, bought a horse and some supplies, then sped west.
He swapped mounts twice along the way, traveling day and night without rest.
