The third figure leaped down from the Myriad-People Literary Platform, landed on Fang Yun, and became a figure of light.
This was a great general, whose appearance bore a striking resemblance to Zhang Poyue.
Fang Yun and the luminous general gripped the third Snow-Slaying Sword together. This sword had been formed from the poem Fang Yun wrote with his own hand, and it was the strongest of the three.
They likewise held the Snow-Slaying Sword on their left. Then Fang Yun bent slightly, and the vital energy around him suddenly surged wildly, erupting upward like flames.
Every soldier present, whether human or barbarian, was suppressed by an invisible force and silently lowered their head, as though paying their respects to Fang Yun and the luminous general.
The instant the luminous general gripped the Snow-Slaying Sword, he became the commander of countless armies, the supreme ruler of the battlefield. He commanded the soldiers, and none disobeyed. He lacked the luminous soldier's fierce valor and the luminous swordsman's fearlessness. He simply looked down calmly upon heaven and earth, winning wars, loyal to his sovereign, but more loyal still to his country!
The longsword rose, held horizontally on the left. Fang Yun gripped it, took his third step, and slashed sideways.
This stroke gathered the radiance of an entire world and absorbed the military might of an entire nation, as though separating the pure and turbid elements of heaven and earth, determining the black and white of night and day!
White light swept past, revealing Hu Ding, who was about to hit the ground, struggling and shouting with all his strength.
"No..."
Squelch!
Night descended as the sword struck; daylight appeared as its stroke ended.
Hu Ding was severed across the chest with a single stroke, his heart of blood and qi shattered.