Toghto sprinted at full speed, intent on escaping the guard compound and joining the royal court's thirty-six bodyguards. His fury defied words.
He was Altan Khan's illustrious adopted son, a highly valued prodigy of Mongolia's younger generation. Since mastering his arts, he had never suffered defeat.
Yet now, the Thirteen Guardians of the Ming court's Embroidered Uniform Guard were chasing him like a dog!
That humiliation licked at his heart like a venomous snake, causing him pain, tormenting him.
Just you wait!
One day, I'll lead the Mongolian cavalry straight through the Defeat-the-Barbarians Guard and avenge this blood feud!
Toghto's eyes were bloodshot. He accelerated, using Body-Empty Traversal, the lightness skill of the Commentary on the Mahavairocana Sutra. He moved so fast that he seemed to shift between shadows, teleporting from place to place.
But behind him, Han Xinting and Shen Xiang possessed equally supreme martial inheritances.
The former used Louguan Dao's supreme lightness skill, Star-Plucking Steps, treading through empty air. The latter used the Sword Sect's Qingyun Shadowless Steps, cleaving through clouds beneath the blue heavens. In an instant, they rode the wind through empty space, covering dozens of yards!
Both were extremely fast, rapidly closing the little distance the Arrow God had bought him.
Anxiety gripped Toghto. If it were only these two, he could still put up a fight. But once they tied him down, and Chen Gui killed the Poison King and caught up with the others, he would be finished. He could only run-run for his life!
Toghto poured in more internal energy. His figure flickered as he covered another hundred-odd meters.
Just then, a bowstring rang out. Four arrows flew at once!
That sound was nothing short of a death summons from the King of Hell!
The bowstring had barely sounded behind him before