Facing the charging Red Hare, Wang Yue's expression didn't waver in the slightest. His breath stopped, and a flower of swordlight blossomed in his hand.
Brilliant swordlight surged between heaven and earth, the terrifying might of the Sword Dao's supreme master spreading over the four fields.
Boom!
Waves rippled across the protective formation surrounding Luoyang, surging like raging seas and sweeping through the sky. It held for only an instant before being torn open, leaving a breach!
The divine capital of Luoyang, untouched by turmoil for more than a hundred thousand years, erupted with a thunderous peal that pierced the heavens. It was deafening, and the entire city trembled.
A figure slammed into the city wall. Spiderweb cracks spread for hundreds of feet. He was blackened all over, covered in burn marks, and held a long sword whose blade shone like snow.
"The Sword Saint!"
"Imperial Tutor!"
The city wall erupted in an uproar. One figure after another leapt into the air and raced toward Wang Yue.
In the distance, Lü Bu stood suspended in the void, watching what had just happened. For a long moment, he didn't move.
Hiss—
Suddenly, blood spurted from his neck. A hideous gash appeared across it, nearly severing his head, which now hung by a mere strip of flesh, swaying precariously.
His body went limp and fell from the sky. The blood-soaked Red Hare fell alongside him, its wounds even worse than Lü Bu's. Wang Yue's final sword strike had nearly cut it in half, splitting its body from its hindquarters and leaving it on the verge of death.
At the sight, the army below fell into disarray. Lü Lingqi's face changed dramatically. She sprang onto her horse's back and shot into the sky, carefully catching the falling man and horse.
Rumble—
A streak