"He... He truly is the world's..." Huang Xiaorou stammered as she asked.
Yu Xiu glanced at her dismissively, saying, "He recently broke through to a high grade. He's itching to test his saber on someone. This group of rebels can be handled by him alone; we just need to wait to cross the bridge."
A high grade in the world... Huang Xiaorou swallowed hard, her eyes filled with admiration, "And you all are..."
The corner of Yu Xiu's mouth curled under her veil, teasing, "Want to witness a real flying sword?"
"... No, no need." Huang Xiaorou shivered, dazzled with awe, with only one thought in her mind:
What kind of monsters are these people? Where did such formidable figures come from?
While they conversed, Zhao Douan had already, with a single saber, crossed the stone bridge, leaping onto the "watchtower" at the bridgehead of the military town.
He drew the bowstring, shooting down the rebels who had dispersed within the small town, fleeing in all directions.
