The daytime patrol envoy and his two subordinates approached step by step, Chen Yi suddenly let out a heavy breath.
He drew the long sword from his back. These people did not answer his question, clearly uninterested in conversation. He wasn't interested in wasting time either; he needed to know where Yin Tingxue had gone.
Hou Kang Sword was unsheathed, its dark blade glimmering faintly.
The cold wind howled.
The bull-headed general, wielding a trident, blurred his legs into mist and suddenly lunged forward, his spear thrust fiercely.
Just as he exerted his strength, a burst of Buddha Light enveloped Chen Yi, scorching the bull-headed general's body. His skin emitted spirals of smoke as his face contorted in shock, his grip faltering.
Chen Yi pressed down lightly with one hand, effortlessly lowering the trident. His foot followed, stamping down hard—bam! The spear edge was firmly pinned to the ground.
