"Take Wang Zhi away. I'll draw him off!"
"Lord Chen?!"
Zhao Kang and the others looked toward the white horse, all deeply worried. "He's a Meridian Opening martial artist!"
"Cut the nonsense. Do whatever my lord tells you to do!"
While the Witch God Cult hall master went after the white horse, Feng Yong hauled Wang Zhi onto his shoulder and led the troops in a rapid retreat.
"That's right. That white horse is incredibly fast. It should be able to shake him off."
Zhao Kang hurriedly followed.
"A mere Organ Refining warrior dares to hold back my three thousand iron cavalry alone? I'd like to see just how capable you are!"
Amugu instantly lost interest in the others. He ordered his subordinates to deal with them while he himself sped off at full speed to pursue the young general.
"This horse?"
He quickly noticed how extraordinary the white horse beneath his opponent was. Its speed and endurance far surpassed those of ordinary warhorses; it had entered the ranks of exotic beasts and was likely worth a fortune. "It's mine!"
The distance between them grew wider and wider.
With a cold snort, Amugu sprang into the air, using his warhorse as a stepping stone. He leaped more than ten yards and plunged into the dense forest.
A shortcut!
The White Swan Horse was large and could not maintain such speed through the mountain woods.
But if he dismounted, even with his body as light as a swallow, he still would not be able to outrun a Meridian Opening martial artist.
"Rustle, rustle—"
Rapidly approaching footsteps came from the slope to his right.
The Witch God Cult hall master's explosive burst of speed nearly turned him into an afterimage. Each blink closed a vast stretch of distance. Before they reached open