Puchá Ahute had previously served as commander of the Jin Dynasty's Dianqian Division, so his martial arts were naturally formidable. His desperate final attack was terrifyingly forceful, and many Imperial Guards had not even had time to react before he charged straight before the emperor.
Song Qingshu frowned. Dealing with Puchá Ahute would not be difficult with his martial arts, but before so many onlookers, it would not do to reveal his skills. After all, Wanyan Dan was not known for martial prowess. Still, he did not panic, knowing someone would naturally step in to help.
Sure enough, just as Puchá Ahute was about to seize the emperor, a savage grin appeared on his face. Before he could celebrate, however, a white-robed old man suddenly appeared before him.
"Ouyang Feng!" Puchá Ahute recognized him at once. As Tang Kuobian's foremost expert, Ouyang Feng had naturally been one of his primary subjects of study. He had heard of the Western Venom's great reputation in the martial world, but Puchá Ahute had always been renowned for his martial skill on the battlefield, so he did not think much of these wandering martial artists.
If he were truly that formidable, why would he be risking his life at the edge of a blade? He would already be a famed general renowned throughout the realm. Puchá Ahute sneered inwardly. Rather than advancing or retreating, he accelerated his thrust toward Ouyang Feng. In his view, with the momentum of his downward charge, forcing Ouyang Feng back would be no difficult task. Once he drove him away, would it not be effortless to subdue this impostor emperor, who did not excel in martial arts?
Yet Ouyang Feng remained expressionless. He raised both hands, which slipped through Puchá Ahute's defenses from an inconceivable angle like two supple