"Understood!" The Qing troops assigned to him had all been eager to distinguish themselves. At his command, they rushed forward.
Ding—
A dragon-like cry rang out. The soldiers saw a flash of cold light before a searing pain shot through their wrists. They could no longer hold their weapons, which clattered to the ground one after another.
Only then did the bearded man leisurely sheathe his sword.
Song Qingshu's eyes lit up. With his current cultivation, how could he fail to see that the other man had shown mercy? Though he had struck the soldiers' wrists, he had not damaged their tendons. That was why Song Qingshu had not intervened.
"The Nine Swords of Dugu!" Such miraculous swordsmanship was unforgettable after a single glimpse. How could he mistake it? So this man was Linghu Chong in disguise. No wonder he had looked so familiar.
Song Qingshu sized up the bearded man's attire, growing increasingly puzzled. Could this fellow be disguised as Quanzhou Brigadier General Wu Tiande, just like in the original story?
Seeing how formidable the man was, Song Qingshu's personal guards instantly surrounded him, protecting him tightly in their midst as they confronted the Southern Song delegation. Just as the tension reached its peak and fighting seemed imminent, a loud shout suddenly came from afar: "Stop!"
Turning around, they saw a unit of Green Standard soldiers running over in neat formation and spreading out. Then a man rode up at full gallop on a tall horse.
Song Qingshu narrowed his eyes. Back when Li Kexiu and his daughter had headed south to assume office, Song Qingshu had personally saved him. How could he fail to recognize him? Song Qingshu had come to Yangzhou as an envoy in the capacity of the Jin Dynasty's foremost court official, yet Li Kexiu