Support I

The entrance to the gorge drew closer and closer.

The urgent clatter of hooves quickly caught the attention of the Branch Family clansmen locked in fierce battle.

Before they could react, a white blur flashed past their eyes.

A rider mounted on a Yellow Horse charged straight into the demon spirit horde.

Those pitch-black, mud-caked monsters had not even managed to see who was charging at them before a streak of red light slashed out, winding and twisting into a brilliant crimson arc.

Neighhh!!

The horse reared up on its hind legs. The ring of black humanoid demon spirits around it all froze stiff for an instant as red light swept past them.

With a series of pops, a large swath of them collapsed.

Lin Xin sat astride his horse, the Red Flower Sword in hand, his expression cold and severe. He wheeled his horse around and charged once more toward the great demon spirit battling the Branch Family head.

Every demon spirit in his path was effortlessly cleaved in two with a single stroke.

Almost no one saw how he had drawn his sword.

A flicker of delight crossed Lin Shaonan's eyes, and the strength throughout his body surged even more frantically toward the great demon spirit.

His swordsmanship was not the Thunderclap Sword Art, but a set of Brightness Light Sword Art techniques he had sought out and collected himself. When he struck, it resembled a bright white band of light circling his body, hence the name.

He had used the Brightness Light Sword several times in succession earlier, yet failed to suppress his opponent. But now, seeing that red-sworded rider rushing over, the great demon spirit clearly showed signs of panic and tried several times to break free.

"Haha! Trying to run? Not that easy!!"

Lin Shaonan