After a soft chuckle, he leaped down from the city wall.
Below the city lay an army of thousands, a torrent formed by Star Luo's iron cavalry and Spirit Hall's remaining troops.
Chen Xuan landed at the very front of the formation, already holding something thin as a bamboo pole in his hand.
A Star Luo general charged at him on horseback, his spear thrusting straight at Chen Xuan's chest.
Chen Xuan sidestepped the blow and lightly tapped the spear shaft with his "bamboo pole." The spear flew from the general's grip, and both man and horse crashed to the ground.
"I really don't like fighting," Chen Xuan said.
Yet his body was not quite so honest.
The tip of his brush drew a circle before him. The circle of light instantly spread, transforming into countless tiny ink characters that surged toward the enemy army.
Horses scattered in panic, and the formation fell into chaos.
"What kind of move is this? Writing can hurt people too?" Ge Long stared in disbelief.
Chen Xuan did not look back. "All things have principles. So do human hearts."
This was his first Soul Skill, Book Opening: Understanding Principles.
He walked forward step by step, and with every step, new ink characters appeared.
When those characters fell to the ground, they transformed into rippling sword qi that spread outward in rings, knocking down the attacking soldiers in swaths.
"Enough!" Dai Mubai's voice rang out from the other end of the battlefield, laced with fury and alarm.
He had already realized that this scholar could not only fight, but fought in a bizarre manner that was impossible to guard against.
Chen Xuan stopped and glanced up at him. "I am doing this only for my country and my people."
*I never wanted this. You were