It was not that Yan Po, who had ridden the battlefield for over a century, was less free-spirited than a young man of twenty.
It was only that he bore the weight of an entire state upon his shoulders, and could not help but consider more.
The instant he let go of his reservations, Zhou Xiong immediately fell into a disadvantage!
Jiang Wang was no disposable lackey to be slain at will. Even though Zhou Xiong was a Divine Presence Realm powerhouse who had fused the Confucian School and Dharma, killing Jiang Wang still required him to mobilize tremendous strength.
Yet the battle-hardened veteran Yan Po stood against him.
How could he afford to be distracted? How could he dare divert his strength elsewhere?
Diverting his attention to kill Jiang Wang meant... giving Yan Po the chance to kill him as well!
He had even resolved to sacrifice himself to kill both Yan Po and Jiang Wang. But sacrificing himself to kill Jiang Wang alone was plainly not worth it. Neither for himself nor for the state.
Having only just erased the threads of Jiang Wang's Sword Qi, and narrowly evaded Yan Po's savage long blade—
Zhou Xiong suddenly turned, his brocaded literary qi becoming a Long Song—
"After a hundred battles, the general's body and name are shattered! Facing the river bridge, he turns his head; ten thousand miles away, old friends are forever gone!"
Dao Essence surged, rivers coursing within his body.
Amid the boundless white qi, golden spears and iron horses abruptly thrust forth. Blades and spears emerged like a forest, instantly encircling Yan Po.
Banners whipped in the wind, warhorses thundered across the battlefield, and they swept toward Jiang Wang.
As a powerhouse who had guarded Changluo Prefecture for years, though he had achieved little in