A cluster of arrows glinting with fire fell from the sky. Master Ja was pushed aside by a guard. The night breeze became hot enough for cooking, two teams of Black Cavalry resembling whirlwind charged over.

"Heavy Armors!" Master Ja roared, "Don't panic, there aren't many soldiers in Central Plains..."

Before he finished, there was a loud noise behind him. A line of chariots mysteriously appeared. For a moment, sand and rocks were flying. It was incredibly chaotic.

Master Ja was an expert in creating rift, turning countries against one another, and was well-versed in scheming, but he was not an effective commander on the front line. He was too accustomed to careful and deep planning. Once the enemy exceeded his expectations, he would easily be unable to react in time and would lose control of his troops.

Suddenly, an indescribable sense of chill climbed up his back. Master Ja felt as if he was a frog locked down by a snake's killing intention. He turned around in fear and found an iron arrow shooting through the night sky like a meteor chasing the moon, heading straight for his face.

Master Ja had no time to hide. In the crucial moment, a Western soldier in Heavy Armor roared and covered him. The iron arrow penetrated through the thick steel plate of the Heavy Armor, the sinister arrowhead showing through the back of the soldier.

Master Ja watched the force approaching with alarm and saw a young man standing on the back of a Black Eagle, a long bow in his hand.

He was wearing the glass used for aiming from the Qian Li Yan on his nose, looking at... no, glancing at him from above, his gaze seemed to contain poison.

Master Ja's personal guards immediately pointed the cannons at the Black Eagle in the air. The young man seemed to have smiled, shook his head with an indifferent expression that conveyed 'this target cannot easily be hit'. Then, he jumped down from about twenty meters in the air without hurry, separating from the Black Eagle, just in time to dodge an explosive reek of the scent of gunpowder.

Gu Yun immediately charged forward and caught Chang Geng who had jumped directly from the Eagle's back. The Wind Slasher in his hand, driven by the steam, transformed into an invisible whirlwind. The horse's hooves rose high, the cutting edge swept by in a circle, followed by numerous shrieks and cries. Somebody's blood had splashed on the cinnabar beauty mark at the corner of his eye. He then ushered the horse with his feet, in the blink of an eye, the war steed had jumped out of the battle circle ——

Gu Yun forcefully gave Chang Geng a smack. "Bastard, do you want to find death?"