Within the valley.
Blade light and sword shadows flashed without end.
The clanging of metal against metal rang incessantly.
"Not bad at all!" The burly man watched the battle ahead while continuing to tear into the meat in his hands.
Four muscular men clad in black armor stood beside him.
Unlike the burly man's calm composure, these four black-armored men watched the battle ahead with solemn expressions, ready to strike at any moment.
At this moment.
Anyone with broad knowledge who saw this scene would know that these five men who had yet to act were the once-renowned Black Mountain Cavalry of the Black Lotus Cult.
Black Mountain Cavalry.
Mounted on Black Nightmare Horses, clad in dark iron armor.
As the Black Lotus Cult's guardian army, the Black Mountain Cavalry were the most elite force within the Black Mountain Army.
At its peak, this army numbered only a thousand riders.
Yet those mere thousand Black Mountain Cavalry had once accomplished the feat of punching through the formation of an army fifty thousand strong.
It was that battle which forged the Black Mountain Cavalry's fearsome reputation.
And at this moment, these five men were precisely those famed Black Mountain Cavalry.
Among them, that burly man was clearly their leader.
Elsewhere.
Liu Sansheng repeatedly swung the longsword in his hand.
His sword appeared light and drifting, yet every strike erupted with astonishing force, easily sweeping back his opponents.
However, these Black Mountain Army soldiers were all battle-hardened veterans.
Those who had survived until now had long since entered the ranks of Martial Dao.
Coupled with their armor and their abundant combat experience, Liu Sansheng was utterly unable to break free for the moment.
"Brother Liu!!" Liu Sansheng swept aside the enemy before him with a slash, then gave Liu Zhaonan a meaningful