He had only recently been demoted and sent to Mianzhou City. His former subordinates were not here, and he hadn't yet had the chance to organize the local garrison soldiers.
If this were the past, he would have been confident enough to gather his men and fight even if the Yan bastards really did show up. But here, he simply could not muster any troops.
Moreover, could these unarmed men still be called soldiers?
Finally, the foremost barbarian cavalryman charged, slashing down two fleeing garrison soldiers before confronting Old Sun, who stood his ground.
Old Sun's qi and blood surged once more, and he thrust his long spear forward.
The barbarian cavalryman tried to block with his saber, but felt a jolt in his arm as his machete was sent flying by the tip of the spear.
Old Sun pressed on; the power of an Eighth Rank Martial Cultivator infused his spear as he thrust again.
"THUNK!"
The spear penetrated the barbarian's armor. The soldier looked down in disbelief.
