Within the valley.
Flashes of blades and sword shadows kept flickering past.
The endless clang of metal striking metal rang in waves.
"Not bad at all!" The burly man watched the battle ahead and continued tearing into the meat in his hand.
Beside him stood four burly men clad in black armor.
Compared to the burly man's composure, the four black-armored burly men wore solemn expressions as they stared ahead, ready at any moment to make a move.
At this moment.
If someone broad of knowledge and experience saw this scene, they would understand that these five men who had yet to make a move were the once-renowned Black Mountain Cavalry of the Black Lotus Sect.
Black Mountain Cavalry.
Black Nightmare Horses beneath them, Mystic Iron Armor upon their bodies.
As the Guardian Army of the Black Lotus Sect, the Black Mountain Cavalry were the most elite existence within the Black Mountain Army.
Even at its peak, this army had numbered only a thousand riders in total.
Yet this Black Mountain Cavalry, numbering only a thousand riders altogether, had once accomplished the magnificent feat of piercing through the formation of a fifty-thousand-strong army.
It was precisely that battle that forged the Black Mountain Cavalry's illustrious name.
And now, these five men were the illustriously renowned Black Mountain Cavalry.
Among them, that burly man was clearly their leader.
On the other side.
Liu Sansheng swung the long sword in his hand again and again.
The long sword in his hand looked light and insubstantial, but every time it fell, it erupted with astonishing power, easily sweeping back his opponents.
However, these Black Mountain Army soldiers were all veterans who had fought a hundred battles.
Those who had survived until now were, even more so, existences who had long since reached Martial