Zhang Biao, clad head to toe in armor, charged at Wu Qi and the others like a roaring beast.
Though massive, he was astonishingly fast.
Boom!
At his impact, the defensive formation formed by the many men broke apart into fragments.
Some even took Zhang Biao's frontal blow and were sent flying straight into the dense forest, their fates unknown.
Wu Qi promptly led the rest in leaping to one side, evading Zhang Biao's attack.
He fixed his eyes on the red armor Zhang Biao wore and recognized it. "People from Chu Country's Red River Palace!"
"Heh heh." Zhang Biao bared a mouthful of sharp yellow teeth.
His armor was stretched taut by his muscles.
Especially the back of his exposed neck—it looked like the old stump of a felled tree.
Short, thick, and sturdy.
Wu Qi's expression turned grave.
This man would be very difficult to deal with.
"Stop wasting your thoughts on these crooked melons and cracked dates. Handle the real business first. The elite troops are behind us."
Shen Xishan rode through the gap Zhang Biao had torn open and charged straight toward Zhao Hongming's carriage.
The moment he heard there were elite troops, Zhang Biao's heart stirred with eagerness. He laughed. "You're lucky. I'll let you cling to life a little longer while I see whether there's anyone stronger. Heh heh, mighty Great Wei, don't disappoint me again."
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually slapped aside an Imperial Guard blocking his path and lunged forward.
With both arms spread wide, each leaping pounce carried him ten meters.
"Boss?" an Imperial Guard called anxiously.
Wu Qi reacted quickly and immediately said, "Let a batch of them through first. Once around three-quarters have passed, we'll close the gates and beat the dog, then wipe out those