The moment Fan Yao appeared.
Facing Xie Luohe's fully drawn Longbow, he gave a faint smile. He slowly retrieved a Jade Short Whistle from within his robes, placed it to his lips, and blew.
"SHREEEEE—"
The piercing whistle tore through the air.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE—
"Our martial destiny thrives! Valiant and fearless!"
"Our martial destiny thrives! Valiant and fearless!"
"Our martial destiny thrives! Valiant and fearless!"
Loud, synchronized battle cries echoed from all directions, and the expression on every person present changed at once.
The vibrations from the hooves of countless horses merged into one, like a stampede of wild beasts, like thunder rolling across the earth.
Bai Xiaosheng took a step.
Zheng Xiu was faster. The Luohe Brush shot out like a bolt of lightning, its split bristles pressing against Bai Xiaosheng's neck.
Bai Xiaosheng didn't dare to move.
Zheng Xiu narrowed his eyes, watching Fan Yao emerge from the forest.
