No one spoke.
The hundred Black Riders held their breaths and adjusted them continuously, seeking the best possible rest. Their gazes were sharp, and the Xifeng Sabers in their hands hummed at the edges. Inner force had been infused into the blades, and at any moment they could unleash a deadly slash.
Yue Feilong was gravely wounded. A sharp sword had cut across his chest, splitting flesh and nearly breaking the bones of his rib cage, yet he still guarded the front line of the formation.
Li Ping'an had been stabbed through by a bamboo-leaf sword, blood gushing from the wound. Yet worried that Yue Feilong might face danger alone, he reined in his horse and stayed by Yue Feilong's side.
They were the first line of defense against Undying Impermanence. Behind them stood the Rolling Saber Formation, formed by a hundred brothers.
Saber blades rolled and churned, grinding any invading enemy into minced meat.
This battle formation had originally been used for marching and combat, but no one had expected that it would now be used to protect their own commander.
The hundred men in black all wore brown robes and rain capes. Woven bamboo rain hats sat on their heads, their brims pulled low so that no one's face could be seen clearly.
Of course, even if their faces had been visible, clearly finding the assassination target among more than a hundred people would not have been easy.
Undying Impermanence waited for a moment. Seeing that the Rolling Saber Formation remained imposing and orderly, its offensive force undiminished, he could not help praising it inwardly. He had long known that the Lu Family Army was elite, and today's sighting proved that its reputation was well deserved.
Undying Impermanence giggled coquettishly. His smile was sinister yet alluring, and the