Question: What is your first reaction when you see a mighty, imposing man radiating a fierce and powerful aura?
Zhang Fan and Han Hao would definitely tell you two words—terror!
When the two men came to their senses, the first thing they saw was Wei Yan charging toward them on horseback, blade in hand, his murderous aura surging sky-high. The feeling was truly like challenging an ice-bucket plunge in the dead of winter—chilled to the bone.
Even when the two of them joined forces under normal circumstances, they would never have been a match for Wei Yan alone. Even with only eighty percent of his strength remaining, Wei Yan was still a martial general at the externalized Qi realm, far beyond what the two could withstand. What was more, their minds had gone completely blank.
Under normal circumstances, they could use the cloud energy formed by the army to suppress Wei Yan and channel it to strengthen themselves, allowing them to resist a few blows. But now the entire army was in chaos, without even the slightest organization. The twenty thousand troops were nothing more than loose sand, and no cloud energy could form. Under such circumstances...
The silver-white blade aura merely swept lightly through the air before taking the two heads that held nothing but terror in their eyes. The two headless corpses toppled to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust. Several hundred personal guards on either side were cowed by Wei Yan's aura and involuntarily retreated several steps. Not a single one dared to advance.
Wei Yan lowered his head and looked contemptuously at the heads that had fallen to the ground and rolled far away. He casually hung the Green Dragon Crescent Blade on the victory hook, then leisurely raised his head and surveyed the battlefield