With a long spear in hand, he was like a silver dragon emerging from the sea. A dazzling burst of cold light flared forth, making this thrust exceptionally stunning against the night.
Song Qingshu's heart tightened. Though he had only caught a fleeting glimpse earlier, he had known Hulagu Khan was highly skilled. Yet now he realized he had still underestimated him. With the spear in hand, Hulagu Khan's aura had doubled; even in the martial world, he would rank among the very finest masters.
What gave Song Qingshu an even greater headache was that Hulagu Khan's spear was not aimed at him at all, but entirely at Madam Zhen.
The most rational thing for Song Qingshu to do now was to ignore Madam Zhen's fate and continue attacking Hulagu Khan. Within a few moves, he could take the man's life. But if he did that, Madam Zhen would instantly be pierced full of bloody holes by the spear; not even an immortal could save her.
Song Qingshu hesitated, but in the end, he still acted to protect the beauty in his arms. First, he was a man who cherished women by nature. If he watched a woman die like this in his embrace, he would never get past it. Second, he did not truly intend to kill Hulagu Khan. Hulagu Khan's status was too sensitive. If he were killed here, the Mongol Empire's army would soon descend upon them. Given the Mongols' ways, they would surely massacre cities for a thousand miles, leaving rivers of blood.
Song Qingshu had yet to consolidate the forces under his command. Going to war with the Mongol Empire now would be utterly unwise.
Hulagu Khan had swept across the western nations for years, and his eye was exceedingly sharp. Seeing this, he continued