The flames soared into the sky.
On Jiangyong Mountain.
The sounds of battle cries rose and fell.
A rebel sub-leader saw Chen Mo riding on a white horse, clearly a commanding officer.
He wanted to kill Chen Mo for the credit.
Immediately, he wielded a fine long spear he had captured and thrust it at Chen Mo's head.
But just as he thrust out, a small bell glimmering with a red glow smashed toward him.
The sub-leader's pupils dilated.
The next second, his head was smashed open.
And that small bell glimmering with a red glow was quite miraculous; it blasted open the sub-leader's head yet wasn't stained by a trace of blood.
Retrieving the Red Sun Bell, Chen Mo did not draw the sword from his waist but rather drew the long spear lying on the ground from a distance.
