In Xiao Jinghong's mind, "Chen Yu" was somewhat stronger than her, but the gap should have been limited.
It was roughly the difference between the Upper Three Grades and the Grandmaster Realm. His strength was, at most, one major realm above hers.
Under ordinary circumstances, a Grandmaster was enough to handle most situations, but they were now facing a Great Grandmaster of the Barbarian Tribe, and inevitably-
In short, "Chen Yu" had to be exceedingly careful.
Riding her sword, Xiao Jinghong arrived above Muhage and his men, her expression cold as she looked down upon the hundred-odd Barbarians below.
Muhage raised his head to look at this Wei Dynasty commander whose fame had spread far through the Barbarian Tribe, his face somewhat dark. "Xiao. Jing. Hong!"
"You actually dared to step outside Mengshui Pass? Are you declaring war on our tribe!?"
Xiao Jinghong spoke coldly. "Muhage, you imprisoned my parents for years. That grudge must be repaid!"
She flicked her hand and gripped her sword. Sword Intent immediately spread, countless fine strands of blue-green Sword Intent, each the length of a thumb, instantly enveloping a five-li radius, as though she alone had surrounded Muhage and his men.
Muhage sat astride a black bear, ignoring the surrounding Sword Intent, his gaze fixed firmly on Xiao Jinghong.
"In that case, I can only ask you to die!"
He immediately waved a hand behind him.
Over a hundred Barbarian Ten-Thousand-Man Commanders, whose strength rivaled the Upper Three Grades, all charged at Xiao Jinghong.
Most rode black bears on the ground, launching arrows and spears at her, while a smaller number of lean Barbarians leaped into the air, furiously unleashing their blood qi as they punched.
Most of these Barbarians were comparable in strength to Upper Three Grades Martial Artists of the Central Plains,