"Then here I come!"
Yang Ge spoke with a smile, his tone light and easy, even carrying a hint of friendly teasing.
Yet those lightly spoken words sent Xiang Wudi's heart leaping into his throat... as though he faced a formidable enemy!
He said nothing more, instead spreading his stance and leveling his spear in a defensive posture that met every change by remaining unchanged.
Yang Ge drew a long breath. The true qi throughout his body slowly began surging at his will, and a hazy, pale golden glow shone from him, pushing aside the curtain of rain...
Watching from the river, Yang Tiansheng excitedly slapped Li Jincheng's shoulder. "Our second brother's getting serious!"
Li Jincheng stared fixedly at the river embankment, not daring even to blink for fear of missing anything.
Seeing this, the spectators around the embankment all retreated another several yards, afraid the fish in the moat would suffer when the city gates caught fire...
Under everyone's gaze, Yang Ge gently closed his eyes. In an instant, South Sand Bay's earthshaking battle cries rang in his ears again, and those impassioned faces reappeared before his eyes. Streaming blood, shimmering blades... scenes near and far flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, finally freezing on a beach covered in spider lilies beneath the morning sun.
He gently exhaled, opened his eyes, and stepped forward, swinging his saber as though its light blade weighed heavily. His blade qi remained contained, giving nothing away. To the onlookers, the move seemed utterly ordinary, wholly unworthy of its magnificent buildup.
But Xiang Wudi, standing before Yang Ge, felt his vision blur. Although only one man and one saber came at him in a self-sacrificing charge, he seemed to see thousands of troops advancing without a thought for their lives. Their vast,