(Well, congratulations to Feng Xiong on advancing safely to become a helmsman. Thanks for your support. I won't say more—here's an extra chapter!)
"I never thought the renowned Flying Cavalry Tribe could mobilize hundreds of people and horses yet still fail to stop even a cripple with paralyzed legs. Truly, beneath a great reputation, there is no substance." The silver-armored woman spoke with an utterly pleased expression.
"What? That silver-haired youth is actually a cripple with paralyzed legs? The information I received before wasn't like that." Kua Sen's face was filled with shock. Even when he had joined forces with four other late-stage cultivators, they had been unable to hold this man back for even a moment. They were only able to stand here unharmed because their opponent had shown mercy. It would have been bad enough for the five late-stage experts of the Kua Tribe to be defeated despite joining forces, but the person who defeated them actually couldn't move his legs. Kua Sen, who had always possessed a bit of pride even within his tribe, found this almost impossible to accept.
"The information you have is long out of date. But I'm very interested—who could have crippled this man's legs?" A trace of interest appeared on the silver-armored woman's face, while the alluring charm in her expression was mixed with a cold, beautiful killing intent. "Still, judging from the silver-haired youth's personality, he has probably already taken revenge. What a genius cultivator. But what I like most is snuffing out geniuses!"
After saying this, the silver-armored woman drew an ancient-looking silver spear and shouted shrilly, "No one is allowed to interfere!"
"What an imposing display from the Kua Tribe! So many people from my Qing Tribe and the Wu Tribe are here, and we've suffered so many losses