"Rip—"
The barbarian Thousand Households found an opening and slashed the fat Great Sheng general before him. His sharp blade tore through armor, skin, and muscle before hard bone stopped it, leaving behind a deep gash.
The other man seized the moment and slashed back as well.
His saber techniques shifted with remarkable agility. Even as a Viscera Refining Martial Artist, he barely evaded it, a shallow cut left across his face.
"Get lost!"
The barbarian Thousand Households swung again, forcing his opponent back. Then he reined in his horse and left without the slightest desire to fight further.
This fat Hundred Household Commander was truly formidable.
At Bone Tempering Perfection, he had exchanged so many moves with a master of Viscera Refining techniques. The man's saber mastery was already tempered to perfection, nothing like someone in the Bone Tempering realm.
Killing him would likely take quite a bit more effort.
He had no time.
That young general on the white horse was charging toward the Main Camp.
Though he had no idea where a Bone Tempering fighter had found the damn nerve, and though the boy would most likely be surrounded and hacked to death, he still had to hurry back.
The Ninth Prince was the Great Khan's most beloved youngest son.
If anything happened to him—
The entire Xihe Tribe would not have enough heads to pay for their crime.
"Buzz—"
Just as he turned, the sound of a blade rang out again.
"You want to die that badly?!"
The barbarian Thousand Households flew into a thunderous rage. After blocking the strike, he turned his chop into an upward slash, tearing another wound across his opponent's body. His left fist was like a siege hammer, smashing brutally into the man's chest.
Wang Zhi flew backward and tumbled from