Before Ming Zhiyan's people could go out to investigate, Liang Chenghe had arrived at Shifeng County.
It was midnight. The sky was deep and silent. Other than the occasional chirping of insects, there was no other sound. Ming Zhiyan, who was sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were wide awake. He turned his head to look at the door, suddenly, he picked up the sword by the bedside and threw it out.
The long sword was as fast as a meteor. It streaked across the dark room with silver light and went straight through the door.
The door was smashed into pieces by the huge impact, leaving behind a ground of sawdust.
Liang Chenghe, who was hiding outside the door, suddenly turned his body, but his arm was still cut. He covered the wound and saw the long sword stabbed straight into the big tree three meters away. The tree trunk was completely pierced by the sword, leaving a big hole, surprise flashed in his eyes. What a deep inner strength!
