This move brought an indescribable pressure and indifference, making Yuwen Tianlei's heart tremble. He once saw Li Guanyi from a distance, but back then, Li Guanyi did not possess the dominance and demeanor he has now.
At that time, the young man was bold and bright.
The present Marquis Qin Wu, in his blood-stained armor, with sleeves billowing, holding the battle halberd in one hand, his eyes cold and indifferent, even wearing a jade hairpin instead of a helmet on the battlefield, with an aura as sharp and clear as ice, even his heart shook.
It was as if, during this year in the Western Regions, the once dazzling young warrior met a teacher.
That teacher personally molded the once fiery Marquis Qin Wu into such a heroic figure.
Wolf King?
In just that moment, his fighting spirit dispersed.
The battle axe was directly deflected, Yuwen Tianlei spat a mouthful of blood, stumbled backward, his aura scattered.
