Sikong Chen froze, utterly unable to understand what the other man meant.
What did it mean that with a great army backing him, they were instead no match for him?
Did it mean...
The more people there were, the less able they were to defeat him?
How absurd!
A flash of spiritual light appeared.
A Mo Dao suddenly appeared in Sikong Chen's hand.
Yet this Mo Dao was not forged from metal, but carved from wood. Dense runes flowed across its wooden blade, while countless vines coiled around its hilt.
A top-grade magic artifact!
The long blade came slicing down through the air. Green and violet radiance burst from it. Though it appeared to be a feather-light stroke without any weight, as it descended, it carried the force of a towering mountain.
Rumble—
The Dragon Gallant Bright Silver Spear collided with it.
True qi and magical power clashed. Their aftershock shook the surroundings and swept dust into the sky. Dozens of soldiers were flung away in all directions, their internal organs rupturing inside them. They died in an instant.
Amid the dust filling the sky, Chen Sanshi and his horse reared high backward. He looked mere inches away from losing his balance completely and crashing down, yet he managed to steady himself amid the peril.
The razor-sharp Dragon Gallant Bright Silver Spear had clashed head-on with the wooden weapon, yet the wooden magic artifact was not damaged in the slightest. It merely spun back into Sikong Chen's hand.
At the same time.
Countless Western Qi generals and soldiers had long since surged in from all directions, seeking a chance to ambush the white-robed rider on his white horse.
Bestow a Marquis of ten thousand households!
Make it hereditary forever!
In their eyes, the white-robed rider was no longer an enemy