Around his front and back, within a radius of twenty feet, golden flames surged turbulently. Countless crossbow arrows shattered into pieces simultaneously, and the onrushing men and horses were swept up by the wild wind, flying backwards.
Zhang Mingdao let out a roar that was still in his throat, only to see the Sword Aura reflected into his eyes.
The line of guard cavalry in front of him was cut in two, man and horse alike, split from the middle.
Blood light howled in, resembling tidal waves.
He twirled his silver spear wildly, forming a mirror of light in front of him.
Thud.
Like tofu under a sharp blade, his silver spear, even his True Qi and lance, and the armored warhorse, were all split in two.
His vision went black.
Zhang Mingdao's enormous, robust body sitting atop the large horse was also split in two.
[Flash of Cold Light, Yin Yang Split]
