These dragon horses were pulling an imperial sedan.
On each side of the sedan, followed an elderly man in a long robe.
As if possessing a spirit, the dragon horses slowed to a halt at a distance of three meters from the crowd.
The ground shook as dragon roars and horse neighs rose in unison, and the imperial sedan landed with remarkable steadiness.
"As swordsmen all, why press so bitterly against one another," came a voice from inside the sedan, laughing as it spoke.
"Xie Changliu, show some face to me. Break one of his legs and spare his life; how about that?"
"Emperor Zhou, save us," the two Nameless swordsmen immediately pleaded for help as the person in the sedan spoke out.
"What worth does your face have?" Xie Changliu looked up and sneered dismissively.
"How audacious," the two elders on either side rebuked with imposing vigor.
"Do you also wish to test your skills against me?" Xie Changliu asked confidently, unconcerned.
