Boom after boom echoed incessantly.
Three hundred elite soldiers of the Imperial Army of Ying Country, clad in heavy armor, were knocked to the ground by the overwhelming Qi Mechanism, unable to rise on the Imperial Path, their inner Qi severed as if unable to gather again.
The green-robed old man nonchalantly flicked wine drops that shot forward like dragons for three hundred yards.
A ring head saber heavily chopped down.
The wine was split in the middle as the general, along with his horse, stepped back three paces, exhaled a breath, opened his voice, lifted his eyebrows to reveal a rough countenance, his armor menacing, his weapon in hand, and he praised, "Good sword Qi."
He Ruoqinhu, the famous general of Ying Country.
Ranking fourth on the world general's list, standing beside the prince in his twenties in the court of Ying Country, when it came to military merits, he was slightly more distinguished than Yuwen Lie, but he was also a bit older.
