The Flood Dragon Clan's Past

That night.

More than a thousand li from Lin'an City.

A group of riders hurried south.

A closer look revealed humans, demons, horses, and beasts among them.

At the front rode a man wearing a golden crown and purple robes, his cloak snapping in the night wind.

The Horned Scale Horse beneath him galloped at full speed, wind rising beneath its four hooves.

This was a special breed of military horse produced in the Beiliang Kingdom. It had two horns on its head, scales on its four hooves, and a long mane that streamed especially gracefully in the night wind. These Horse Beasts were omnivorous, eating both fresh grass and meat.

Compared to ordinary horses, they possessed vastly greater speed and endurance, capable of racing a thousand li without tiring.

Behind the Marquis of Purple Robes was Xi Tianlong, riding a wolf beast.

Behind him were three court experts, likewise mounted on Horned Scale Horses. One wore bright yellow armor and was the deputy general of the City Guard; one wore black armor and was the deputy commander of the Demon Suppression Division; the last wore a fitted martial outfit and was an instructor from the martial academy.

These three were all among Lin'an City's foremost experts. Together with the Marquis of Purple Robes, they had practically Xi Tianlong boxed in at the center.

At the very rear were the remaining leopard-wolf riders of the Myriad Demon Kingdom delegation.

The Giant Wolf Beasts beneath those riders were all foaming at the mouths, exhausted beyond measure.

Compared to the carefully selected Horned Scale Horses, they were slightly inferior.

"The sky's already dark, and the moon's out. How much longer do we have to keep running?" Xi Tianlong complained with a weary expression.

Pampered as he was, he had never suffered through