Charge!

Scalding scarlet blood burst outward, carrying cold shards of armor with it!

The stench of blood filled the air. Before the Warhorse could even scream, it exploded into a spray of flesh and blood, throwing Xia Lun off balance and out of the saddle.

There was no time to mourn it. As he fell, Xia Lun thrust a hand toward the pool of blood on the ground, trying to use Force Dissipation to regain his balance. But before he landed, a vicious sword stroke came down at his head!

The Door-Slab Sword glimmered with dreamlike moonlight. Though enormous and heavy, it moved lightly in the Holy Crusader Leader's hands. Xia Lun hastily blocked in midair, then used the impact to swing with the blade's motion.

Bang!

Tightening his core and twisting his waist and hips, Xia Lun released all the force he had built up through Flow. He adjusted his posture in midair, and the instant he landed, he bent his knees and lunged straight into the Holy Crusader Leader's brutal slash.

His boot crushed the horse's still-beating heart, scattering drops of blood. A heartbeat later, the clear ring of clashing metal sounded again and again. Orange sparks burst into an almost unbroken line, tearing through the bloody mist.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The leader of the Ghost Holy Crusaders was immensely strong. In its hands, the terrifyingly heavy Door-Slab Sword seemed as light as a net for catching dreams. Chops, sweeps, thrusts, and rising cuts rained down on Xia Lun without pause.

Yet amid the cold clang of steel, every blow came to nothing.

Like a black hole that swallowed every drop poured into it, Xia Lun drew in his opponent's force with each clash. Through Flow, he fed it into his own body, steadily increasing his speed and