The six Yegeluo Clan horsemen spotted the opening and realized Wang Chong was already exhausted. Overjoyed, they drove their spears, war hammers, scimitars, wolf-toothed clubs, and spiked maces at him with all their might. They needed only to pound the man who had killed their commander into mincemeat to wash away the shame of this battle.
Wang Chong gave a low whistle. Boundless strength welled up in his utterly exhausted body, and he swept his spear hard. In circumstances where it should have been impossible, the weapon produced an exquisite variation, not only knocking aside all six weapons but killing all six Yegeluo Clan horsemen as well.
In an instant, a ring of empty space opened around him, giving him his first chance to catch his breath since the battle began.
Wang Chong swept his gaze around. Enemies crowded thick and black around him, but in the direction of Pengshan County, the Yegeluo Clan cavalry had begun to show some disorder. A motley crowd of ordinary people was chasing and attacking them.
By now, no one knew where this cavalry force's commander had tumbled off to, and its finest fighters were all surrounding Wang Chong, trying to kill him. No one was commanding these elite horsemen. Under ordinary circumstances, even fighting on their own without forming ranks, Yegeluo Clan warriors would have held an overwhelming advantage against common soldiers. Yet this rabble happened to contain a few genuinely formidable figures.
Yuzao, the little maidservant, did not join the fighting. Instead, she kept shouting orders, directing everyone with composure. In an expert's eyes, Wang Dong's martial arts were too poor to bear looking at, but he showed considerable courage and strength in this sort of melee. And then there was the burly Monk Xuangang. Before becoming a monk, he had been