At Huang Xiao's words, Yelü Mengya's face changed drastically with fright, and he prepared to turn and flee.
But how could he possibly outrun Huang Xiao? Huang Xiao reached out, and a swish rang out. A flash of saber light streaked before Yelü Mengya's eyes, and he screamed and collapsed onto the ground.
"I-I'm not dead?" Only after a long while did Yelü Mengya come to his senses as he sat on the ground. He seemed to be unharmed.
He hurriedly felt his neck, then quickly checked his entire body and found that he was completely unhurt.
"Blood?!" Suddenly, he saw blood on his palm.
With a thud, a body fell heavily beside Yelü Mengya, sending up a cloud of dust.
"Ah!" Yelü Mengya cried out again. It was a headless corpse, and its severed head had rolled right in front of him.
The head's mouth gaped, its eyes wide and its face full of terror.
How could he fail to recognize him? This was one of the two men who had stood behind him.
"You-you dare kill a Khitan officer?" Yelü Mengya hastily scrambled to his feet. Disregarding his earlier disgrace, he pointed at Huang Xiao and shouted.
But only after saying this did he realize that the young man before him was perfectly capable of killing him with a single blow. After all, his own martial power was inferior to that of his dead subordinate.
"You-what are you doing? Stay back!" When he saw Huang Xiao approaching with the saber in hand, he kept retreating in terror, utterly frightened that Huang Xiao would kill him with one stroke.
Only when Huang Xiao walked past him did his heart, which had been in his throat, finally settle a little.
Yelü Mengya turned to look at Huang Xiao, not knowing