The moment Su Kuo saw Chen Chuan move, his heart jolted. He yanked the reins and leaped sharply to the side, horse and rider instantly springing away.
The next instant, a vast platinum radiance brushed past his flank.
But it was not over. A second burst of light arrived, forcing another leap, followed at once by a third. Ordinarily, no Mystic Martial Expert could unleash Spiritual Impact repeatedly, but he did not dare gamble on whether that was true. Spiritual Impact contained highly condensed energy; if it struck, its destructive force was incomparable to that earlier palm strike. One mistake could leave him severely wounded.
Yet even as he leaped and evaded, each jump brought him closer to Chen Chuan, and each one accelerated him further. After three leaps, his speed rose once more.
Still, he could feel the Crimson Smoked Dragon beneath him trembling slightly, its movements carrying a sense of stiffness. Looking at the platinum light still drifting above its skull, he knew this was the result of Chen Chuan's earlier slash.
Because of its different species, the Crimson Smoked Dragon's body was far tougher than that of an ordinary Mystic Martial Expert. Yet even so, Chen Chuan's single slash had cut through it. This forced him to be doubly cautious in the battle ahead.
He helped the Crimson Smoked Dragon regulate its breathing before charging toward Chen Chuan. At this moment, it ran through the air, heading straight for its enemy, Starlight Fire streaming behind its body with an imposing majesty.
The surrounding troops of the Old Imperial Household immediately erupted in cheers. Tens of thousands shouted in unison, their voices ringing through heaven and earth.
Though each of them was tiny compared to the Fighters before them, the military officers among them were all warriors from