Marquis of Unshuang!
Luo Wuji!
Hearing that title and name, the Xiongnu nobles could not help shuddering. He was the executioner who had personally killed the previous Chanyu and cast Great Xia from its pinnacle into the abyss.
Was this man before them, armored from head to toe with even his face obscured, actually Luo Wuji's son?
"Great Chanyu, they say the emperor of the Han Dynasty let Luo Wuji's son inherit the title of Marquis of Unshuang and the office of Protector General of the Western Regions. Anyone who can lead the Temple Army must be that Protector General of the Western Regions."
Luo Shi always wore a full faceplate on campaign, and he did not charge enemy formations very often. Few people recognized him; they knew only his reputation as Unshuang of the Western Regions.
Luo Shi roared, but his charge did not pause for even a moment.
"His Majesty has decreed: whoever kills the Chanyu shall become a Marquis!"
The Golden Guards of the Xiongnu Royal Court mounted their tall warhorses and charged as well. In an encounter on the grasslands, neither side had time to set up any obstacles.
When foes met on a narrow road, the brave prevailed!
Which cavalry was first under heaven would be decided here.
Even amid the howling rush, Luo Shi could still sense everyone's savage expressions, the breath the galloping warhorses exhaled, and the smell of blood suddenly spraying through the air.
Boom!
The warhorses collided heavily. Almost instantly, both horses died, and their two riders likewise plunged into the abyss of death. They were flung high into the air, then vomited mouthful after mouthful of blood. Amid flying flesh and blood, their lives faded.
Luo Shi did not look remotely like a man past middle age. Gripping his spear