Torrent Gallop thundered through the snow, its powerful muscles sharply defined, azure light flickering in its eyes as though responding to the magic within Xiang An's body, bursting forth with even greater speed and strength.
Having carried the Savior Machine for years, shared the Savior Machine's heartbeat, and fought and waged war alongside the Savior Machine, it had long ceased to be an ordinary horse. The drumlike crash of its iron hooves against the ground was proof enough.
Xiang An gripped the butt of his lance one-handed, swinging the massive weapon—three zhang long and weighing over four hundred jin—with a single arm. The wound on his chest had already healed, and he could now fight at full strength.
Zi Juan rode Jujube Steed, galloping hard along Xiang An's right flank, yet Xiang An and Torrent Gallop had already pulled more than a hundred meters ahead of her.
Yet her attention was not on Xiang An. What she stared at were those ugly, terrifying barbarians.
Her hand tightened slightly around her long spear, and Zi Juan's lips curled into an angle both beautiful and savage.
Little Fourth. Fourth Miss. Those were the names by which the Xiang Family elders and retainers called her.
But in the army, she had only one title.
General Zi!
The greatest female general under heaven! The first since Fu Hao!
Xiang An had already made contact with the barbarians. His heavy lance crashed into their ranks, scything through them like a sickle through wheat. With just the first blow, several barbarians were sent flying, filthy heads soaring through the air with madness and hunger still upon their faces.
Zi Juan was not to be outdone. Her spearhead spun, icy blossoms brushing past its cold gleam, and amid Jujube Steed's neigh, she thrust straight at an Aoyin.