Letting Go

The thatched inn's thriving business owed much to its location. It sat right beside Tiger's Roost Ridge, the closest high ground to Mengxia Pass.

Standing atop Tiger's Roost Ridge, one could look down and see the battle unfolding before Mengxia Pass.

The moment the group reached the ridge, they spotted a red line stretching from the far edge of the endless yellow sands. It rapidly swelled, spreading from a line into a plane, and in an instant, its true form came into view.

"The Arhat Army! It really is the Arhat Army! Thirty thousand soldiers, all in red robes. Even the weakest among them has reached the Qi Sea Stage. They're the main force of the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom. Those bastards are ruthless. They haven't given up on invading us!"

On Tiger's Roost Ridge, Song Duanyu's tiger eyes blazed as he cried out in fury. As a hero of the borderlands, he hated foreign invaders far more than ordinary people did.

At that moment, a black tide suddenly surged across Mengxia Pass, which stretched for more than ten miles. The ten thousand soldiers of the Flying Bear Army, stationed to defend the border, had been deployed.

The battle was on the verge of erupting. Unease filled the air. The clash of armies was far bloodier and more brutal than duels between martial artists. For a moment, everyone felt their pulses race and their blood surge.

The red line finally spread into a vast, all-encompassing sea of red, then halted at a distance of one arrow's flight from the imposing pass.

From within that sea of red, a rider charged out at the head of the troops. Man and horse were clad in armor, their red glow like burning coals. The horse stood nearly ten feet tall; its rider was as