Overlord Shadow flew from Xu Zimo's hand.
Bang!
Overlord Shadow severed the ropes directly and plunged into the ground.
Those ropes had originally bound the villagers, tethering them behind the horses.
"Who goes there?" the leading soldier barked, watching Xu Zimo walk out slowly.
"You may call me Great Hero," Xu Zimo replied.
He was in the mood to have a little fun.
Besides, these people were all his subjects. Though righting wrongs and helping the weak was not his style—
it was no exaggeration to say that he was, after all, everyone in this entire world's father.
There was nothing wrong with helping out when he saw injustice on the road.
And what man did not dream of galloping on a fine horse in splendid clothes, with a blade and a flask of wine, roaming the world as a righteous hero?
Seeing how fearless Xu Zimo was, the soldier was no fool and took the initiative to ask, "May I know how to address you, Great Hero?"
They were merely ordinary soldiers in the army.
Bullying common folk was easy enough, but whenever they encountered someone with even a little strength, they had to take a detour.
Still, these soldiers were not afraid, because their name carried weight. They were the renowned soldiers of Great Qin.
No one truly dared to offend them.
In these times, the soldiers of Great Qin shared glory and disgrace with Qin State. Killing a Great Qin soldier meant opposing Qin State.
"My name is not worth mentioning. It would only be sullied by your mouths," Xu Zimo said.
"Are you planning to obstruct the soldiers of Great Qin?" the leader asked as he looked at Xu Zimo.
"Great Hero, do you not dare leave behind your name? Are you afraid we will take