Slaughter Envoy

Before he could finish speaking, the ferocity in the black-armored knight's eyes surged. He stopped wasting words and thrust his spear straight at Xiao Yin's throat!

The strike was fast, vicious, and precise, proving that the knight was no amateur. The savage aura of someone steeped in slaughter for years was fully on display.

Yet just as the spear tip was about to touch his skin, Xiao Yin's figure blurred strangely.

The black-armored knight felt his vision blur, and his target had already vanished. The force of the missed thrust made his body sway slightly.

A chill shot from his tailbone straight to the top of his head!

"Not good!"

His battle instincts blared a warning. He tried to pull back his spear to block, but it was already too late.

Xiao Yin appeared behind him at his side like Gui Mei.

Thud!

Before the disbelieving eyes of the surrounding black-armored knights, their powerful captain, horse and all, was sent flying as though struck head-on by a battering ram. He traced a miserable arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the hard ground more than ten meters away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The warhorse let out a mournful cry, struggled twice, then lay still.

The black-armored knight groaned, forcibly suppressing his churning blood and searing pain. Using his spear for support, he struggled to his feet.

His eyes beneath the visor fixed tightly on Xiao Yin, filled with horror.

That kick had been far too fast, and its control over strength had been exquisite.

He could clearly sense that his opponent had not struck to kill. Otherwise, he would not have merely been sent flying.

Meeting the black-armored knight's gaze, Xiao Yin asked calmly,

"How was that?"

The black-armored knight fell silent for several seconds, as if