Meanwhile, Lin Xuan on the right flank fought in an entirely different style.
He was also barehanded, but his presence was far more overwhelming.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
Six Meridian Divine Sword!
Lin Xuan flicked all ten fingers in rapid succession, unleashing streams of invisible sword energy that crisscrossed like Death's scythe harvesting wheat.
The heavily armored Mongol cavalry were like paper before the invincible sword energy. It pierced straight through their bodies, raising clouds of bloody mist.
With Lingbo Weibu beneath his feet, Lin Xuan strolled leisurely through thousands upon thousands of troops.
At times, he was like a swimming dragon playing in water; at others, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain. Wherever the razor-sharp Six Meridian Divine Sword passed, men and horses toppled, while severed limbs flew through the air.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
"It's... it's that killing god!"
At last, some sharp-eyed Mongol Soldiers recognized Lin Xuan's nightmare-like face through the dust filling the sky.
"It's Lin Xuan! Lin Xuan of Xiangyang!"
That cry was like pouring a basin of cold water into boiling oil, instantly throwing everything into an uproar.
A man's reputation was like a tree's shadow.
The bounty on Lin Xuan within the Mongol army had long since been tied with Guo Jing's for first place.
The foppish generals led by Bo'ershu had originally been trembling in terror. But upon hearing the name "Lin Xuan," the fear in their eyes was instantly replaced by extreme greed.
"Lin Xuan? That famous Lin Xuan?"
Bo'ershu trembled with excitement, as though he could already see boundless wealth and glory beckoning to him.
"Quick! Kill him! Whoever cuts off Lin Xuan's head will be rewarded with ten thousand taels of gold! Promoted three ranks! Granted the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households!"
Under a hefty reward, brave men were