Under the gaze of countless onlookers, Wu Man'er rode alone out of the army and raced toward Martial God Pass.
Changwu's sharp gaze fell on Wu Man'er. He furrowed his brow. Wu Man'er gave him a deeply uncomfortable feeling—a sensation he had never experienced before, not even after taking the Martial God Pill.
"Who goes there? State your name!"
Changwu shouted, his voice sending dust billowing up around them.
Wu Man'er gripped a long halberd, the heaviest weapon in the Seven Prefectures army, weighing a full 270 jin. To him, though, it was the most comfortable weapon to wield.
"Qingxiao Sect, Wu Man'er!"
Wu Man'er gathered his Origin Energy and shouted, his voice shaking the hills and valleys, matching Changwu's in sheer force.
His shout left the soldiers on Martial God Pass pale with shock. Even the fiery steed beneath Changwu reared up, plainly startled.
"Qingxiao Sect?"
A harsh glint flashed in Changwu's eyes. King Wei had invited plenty of martial artists to help him lately, so that no longer surprised Changwu. But the name Qingxiao Sect sounded familiar, as though he had heard it somewhere before.
Wu Man'er knew nothing about psychological warfare. Following what his Second Senior Brother had told him, he introduced himself and his origins, then charged straight at Changwu.
The Seven Prefectures army watched him. More and more soldiers tensed, their eyes locked on Wu Man'er.
Seeing Wu Man'er charge straight at him, as if he didn't take him seriously at all, Changwu flew into a rage. He immediately squeezed his legs against his steed and spurred it forward.
Both men charged faster and faster, raising two trails of dust as they bore down on each other with unstoppable force.
Wu Man'er raised his halberd in both hands and brought it down with the force