Bai Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly. "A man from Ximo?"
He identified the man's origins from Jiu Moshi's high-bridged nose and blue eyes.
It was baffling that someone from Ximo would come to kill him.
Bai Yuan had never even been to the west in his life, let alone Ximo. His knowledge of the place was limited to a few rumors.
Jiu Moshi grinned. "I'm the one who's here to take your life."
Before the words had even faded, he let out a great roar and slashed at Bai Yuan with his long saber.
The saber was extremely long, as tall as a man, and clearly not a blade from Xuan Yang. It was rumored to be a Horse-Cutting Saber, a weapon originally forged by the Zhenxi Army to counter Ximo cavalry, but it was later widely adopted by the various Ximo kingdoms.
Bai Yuan's feet seemed to float in the air as he easily dodged the ferocious strike.
His body drifted sideways in mid-air in a bizarre manner, and his Curved Blade Blood Fiend swept toward Jiu Moshi's waist.
