The Wild Goose Feather Saber slashed toward Yan Hucheng with the speed of thunder that left no time to cover one's ears. Yan Hucheng tugged the reins, and the Black Charger abruptly slowed. He leaned backward, letting the blade sweep past the tip of his nose. The instant the two horses passed each other, the Wrought-Iron Serpent Spear in his hand surged like a jiao dragon bursting from the sea. Thrust! It plunged into Xu Guangdi's left ribs, pierced his armor, and sank deep into his chest. With a mighty shout, Yan Hucheng exerted his right arm and hoisted Xu Guangdi into the air. Xu Guangdi's mount gave a mournful neigh, turned around, and fled toward its own lines.
Yan Hucheng held his spear aloft in one hand, raising Xu Guangdi's body high. Like a heavenly god descending to earth, he roared, "Who dares face me!"
Yan Hucheng had killed Xu Guangdi with a single move, electrifying the entire Western Sichuan camp. Morale soared in an instant, and the soldiers cheered in unison.
Su Yuchi frowned. Life-and-death struggles were commonplace on the battlefield, and he had long heard of Yan Hucheng's fearsome reputation, but he had never imagined the man's martial prowess would reach such heights. Xu Guangdi ranked among the ten strongest warriors under his command, yet even he could not withstand a single exchange with Yan Hucheng. Su Yuchi had expected defeat, but not such an utterly decisive one.
Yan Hucheng stood proudly on the battlefield and roared, "Who dares face me?"
Clad in silver helmet and armor, Yuan Qingshan rode up beside Su Yuchi and volunteered. "Great General, let me kill this man and avenge General Xu."
Su Yuchi did not answer him. Instead, he said gravely, "Jia Qing, you go!"
Jia Qing's heart sank when he