A lone rider came tearing through the wind, phoenix-winged helmet flashing cold light, golden-link armor reflecting the morning sun, a crimson robe snapping wildly behind him, a white jade belt cinched tight at his waist. Beneath him, a purple piebald stallion reared and whinnied—it was Wu Rong, Qin Prefecture's grain transport officer and the Fierce Tiger Grand General! Escorting provisions here, he had happened upon the fierce battle outside the city and immediately raised his blade to lend aid.
Hooves shattered the dust as his steel blade cleaved through the air. Ma Yuan raised his sword to meet it. Though Wu Rong's saber stroke was fierce, it was like striking an iron wall, jolting both his arms numb and splitting his tiger's mouth open with blood. The longer he fought, the more powerless he felt.
Ma Yuan's lips moved slightly as he barked in a low voice, "Swift!"
With a sudden pop, the back of his head split open, and a gigantic palm reached out—its five fingers fat as winter melons, its veins knotted like writhing dragons. It seized Wu Rong by the neck and lifted him bodily into the air! Then it slammed him down, while Ma Yuan viciously stomped on his thigh, clamped both hands around his lower legs, and with a rrrip, tore him into two halves! Blood rained down. He forcibly gouged out the still-beating heart and, before Jiang Ziya, the Zhou generals, and the Jade Void disciples, chewed it with a crunching crack-crack, juices spraying everywhere. With a savage grin, he said, "Jiang Shang, when I catch you, I'll eat you the same way!" Shreds of flesh hung from the corners of his mouth, saliva mixed with bloody threads dripping down. The sight scattered men's souls.
Jiang Ziya and the generals turned deathly pale, their