If anyone in the world today could be called the most blessed, it had to be the Xiongnu King of the White Sheep. Having both Luo Wuji and Huo Qubing attack him at once was treatment that should have been reserved for the Xiongnu Chanyu.
Yet the King of the White Sheep had enjoyed it ahead of time. What was that if not a blessing? Ji Zhao felt that the King of the White Sheep ought to learn gratitude.
The men Huo Qubing led were all elite Imperial Guards of the Han Court. In fighting ability alone, they were not much worse than the Dare-to-Fight Warriors. After all, they were all flesh and blood; the Dare-to-Fight Warriors could not fight several men apiece.
The difference lay in the Dare-to-Fight Warriors' superhuman will. They would only fight to the death and would never break. But under Huo Qubing's command, the Han Army's morale soared, and they could likewise endure heavy losses. When the battle was going their way, they killed Xiongnu almost as quickly as the Dare-to-Fight Warriors.
With Sharp Sword at his waist and a long lance in hand, Huo Qubing charged through the enemy. Luo Wuji charged past as well. As they crossed paths, Huo Qubing laughed loudly. "Eagle-Raising Luo, did I arrive in time?"
Luo Wuji flicked the blood from his long lance and pointed it toward the King of the White Sheep in the distance. "You've brought charcoal in the snow! Piaoyao Huo, the one wearing five white feathers on his head is the King of the White Sheep. Let's see whose hand he dies by!"
"Understood!"
Huo Qubing pulled his reins and instantly wheeled his horse around. He and Luo Wuji charged toward the King of the White Sheep from opposite sides. At the sight, the