The leader was a man with blue sideburns and double pupils, standing about nine feet tall. He rode a horse as black as ink, without a speck of other color, and held a crescent halberd in his hand, its blade gleaming brightly.
"Even a ruined ship has three thousand nails. To think you could escape the valley, Prince at the end of the road, you do have some skill. But, it ends here."
The double-pupiled man urged his horse forward slowly, as if he was a mountain pressing down.
Facing Han Xiaoru's rapid charge, a cold smile flickered at the corner of his mouth. With a "whoosh," his great halberd sprung up, tracing a bizarre route, already blocking the way ahead.
This diagonal swipe and backslash of the halberd, seemingly executed with ease, felt like wielding a mere straw, appearing powerless. However, the deafening roar as the halberd's blade pierced the air, told everyone that his strike was of immense power, not to be taken head-on.
