"Halt."
True Martial King looked at the two rapidly approaching trails of blood, his expression changed, and he raised his hand to rein in his horse.
The banners fluttered fiercely in the wind, and under the sunset's glow, the twenty thousand Red-Clothed Elite Cavalry, along with the Black Three Thousand Tiger Roar Vanguard Camp Sharp Soldiers, who had just turned a mountain bend and were preparing to advance, all came to a halt.
This army seemed well-seasoned in battle, with both men and horses remarkably formidable, stopping from swift movement to sudden halt as smoothly as moving clouds and flowing water, strictly abiding commands without making any sound.
If you observe closely, you can see all the horses' hooves were wrapped in thick cloth, making no sound at all as they moved.
[A skilled warrior does not flaunt his achievements]
