As expected of generals under Wei Cen, all three men charging in for the kill were formidable fighters, and Zou Yan was a Xiantian Expert.
But their opponents were Xiantian Experts too!
Li Muyuan struck with his palm, while Ding Qingyan drew his sword.
Palm force and Sword Qi erupted together. With an explosive bang, two of the generals were hurled backward and crashed into the courtyard.
Seeing this, Zou Yan accelerated his saber strike, bringing it down over Chen Jing's head as though wrapped in a raging gale.
Whatever happened, they had to take down at least one of them first!
Yet when Zou Yan looked at him-
Chen Jing stood straight as a pine, unmoving.
The saber's gleam closed to within half a foot of him.
Only then did Chen Jing's hand, resting on his saber hilt, tighten with unhurried ease. His motion went from slow to swift, and the blade suddenly flashed from its sheath!
In that instant,
Zou Yan's eyes went wide.
He seemed to see a blazing Great Sun suddenly rise behind Chen Jing as his opponent delivered an apparently effortless slash.
Yet it unleashed a thunderous clang.
Zou Yan felt as though a Great Sun had slammed squarely into him. His body shot backward like a cannonball, blurring into an afterimage before crashing straight into the main hall.
Wei Cen was stunned.
The power of that single slash was terrifying indeed.
"General Wei! Surrender!"
Ding Qingyan shouted clearly, swooping down like a swallow.
His sword flashed as fast as lightning, instantly blossoming into a spray of fierce Sword Qi aimed straight at Wei Cen's chest.
Wei Cen snorted and reached out, drawing something toward him.
A hum sounded from the courtyard's weapon rack.
A Black-Iron Heavy Spear spun into his hand, and he swept