Zhao Yun wiped out the King of Dingling in one strike, casually retrieved the Dingling Golden Eagle from his body and stuffed it into his own arms, then turned his horse around.
Sweeping a glance at the frantic Dingling people, Zhao Yun chuckled, squeezed his horse's belly, and the Night Illuminating Jade Lion underneath him instantly understood Zhao Yun's intention, transforming into a white shadow that charged directly into the weak point of the Dingling formation.
In that instant, the sword light swept across, and where that white shadow passed, there were severed limbs, and although the Dingling people roared in anger and shot arrows to intercept, they failed to stop Zhao Yun for even a moment.
Seeing this astonishing scene, Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling both had faces full of excitement, while Li Tiao and Xue Shao visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
