Just as Li Mu was about to fly out of sight, a mysterious force surged through the sky, slowly holding him in place.
The faint sound of war drums echoed all around.
"Oh?" Xingtian raised an eyebrow. "You're finally going to make your move?"
Looking closely, he saw three more men slowly descend to the ground. One was scorched black all over, with a strange, enormous drum strapped across his front. This was Chang Xian, one of the Yellow Emperor's Four Generals.
The second was decrepit, dressed in rags and holding a long staff. He too was one of the Yellow Emperor's Four Generals, Da Hong.
The third wore his long hair loose over his shoulders and was dressed in flowing robes, his bearing as ethereal as an immortal's. This was Feng Hou, chief of the Yellow Emperor's Four Generals and his prime minister.
Feng Hou gently waved his hand, lowering Li Mu to the ground.
Once Li Mu steadied himself, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood before cupping his hands toward Feng Hou, still shaken. "Thank you, Prime Minister..."
"So you couldn't defeat him after all?" Feng Hou asked.
"I'm ashamed," Li Mu said with a bitter smile. "I exhausted all my killing moves, yet couldn't even seriously wound him..."
"That's no surprise," Feng Hou said. "People say Nameless One's cultivation is no lower than either the Flame Emperor's or the Yellow Emperor's. An opponent of that caliber isn't someone you can handle alone."
Xingtian regarded the four men before him solemnly. He knew they were the four great generals serving the Yellow Emperor. If he could defeat them, he could fight his way to the Yellow Emperor's tent unimpeded.
But would they really be that easy to deal with?
"Hey! Since you're all here, come at me