In the howling wind, Nie Kun and Tie Qi stared at Huang Tian, who stood bathed in a golden cascade of sunset light. A hurricane like a raging dragon had hurled them dozens of yards from the inn, and now they were too stunned for words.
"The assistant commander... he killed Niu Kuanyu head-on?!" Nie Kun's head buzzed.
Back in the inn, when he had heard Niu Kuanyu demand that Huang Tian hand over his supposed secret treasure, he had felt utterly terrified and helpless.
Niu Kuanyu was not merely a second-rank grandmaster but a formidable one at that. Even two ordinary grandmasters of the same rank might not have beaten him together. With the notorious Three Elders of Qin Province at his side, Huang Tian had seemed certain to die. Nie Kun and Tie Qi would surely have met the same fate.
But!
In just a dozen breaths, everything had changed!
The dazzling, extraordinary flower of sword light unleashed by the Three Elders of Qin Province had been swallowed by an endless sea of blades in an instant. They had managed only a single cry of alarm before dying beneath the blade aura.
It had been too easy!
And Niu Kuanyu, whom Nie Kun had considered immensely powerful, had lost his right arm to one punch from Huang Tian. Then an unstoppable heavenly blade had split him in two!
"How could he be this strong?!"
Like Niu Kuanyu, Nie Kun found it almost impossible to believe. Unlike him, though, Nie Kun felt joy alongside his shock. He and Tie Qi were not going to die after all.
Tie Qi climbed up from the dirt, rubbed his smooth head, and murmured, "Brother Nie, am I dreaming?"
Nie Kun glanced at him and punched him in the shoulder. Tie Qi hissed