Feeling the sound of the wind breaking behind him, Hu Shu immediately felt an icy chill run down his spine, and as he looked up, a wave of fear shot from his feet straight to the top of his head.
It was a figure descending from the sky.
"Stop, you scoundrel." A sudden shout exploded from the left front, it was Yelv Nuku leading a band of cavalry.
"Help… help…"
Before he could utter the word, a flame-imbued blade light fell upon his head.
Hu Shu, along with his horse, was split from top to bottom, blood and intestines spilled everywhere, accompanied by a faint burnt smell.
Not far away, Yelv Nuku galloped by and witnessed the scene, his pupils slightly contracted. Though he looked down on Hu Shu, the man was still a Fifth-Grade Martial Artist and now had been so recklessly cut down by a single blow.
"Come, meet your end." After a brief thought, Yelv Nuku rode straight toward Chang En.
