As they spoke, two riders emerged from behind Dong Chongming's dozens of horsemen.
One was dressed in a long robe, appearing scholarly, with his long sword's silk tassel fluttering in the wind, sitting on the horse as if he was ready to soar into the sky.
As he rode out of ranks, he still gave the impression of a well-read military strategist, but after advancing ten zhang, his aura exploded like a blazing sun. With a sword drawn in hand, he leaped off his horse, and the sword light reflected the sunlight, emitting a dazzling brilliance. Amidst a buzzing sound, he followed the sword, the sword preceding the intent, leaving grass and soil fluttering, thrust towards Han Xiaoru.
The sword moved with agility.
Yet, his strike was anything but agile, resembling a boar charging, as his sword momentum surged mightily, with a sharp Qi mechanism that prickled upon the face.
