Puft!
Despite Yang Yunhui's struggles, the flash of a sword led to his head soaring into the sky, his body tumbled from the horseback to the ground, causing a cloud of dust.
The commander of the Guard Command Department, considered a respectable authority, was killed by Pei Xuanjing as effortlessly as one would crush an ant, despite the fact that he, himself, was a third-grade martial artist.
Perhaps he had been in a lofty position for too long, or perhaps he had often relied on his massive army to intimidate adversaries stronger than him, or perhaps he relied too heavily on the power of his soldier company, or perhaps he believed too much in his unrivaled tactical genius...
Regardless of the reason, when Pei Xuanjing's sword descended, Yang Yunhui had no surprises to offer. He was as easy to kill as the ordinary soldiers that Pei Xuanjing effortlessly eradicated.
Under the Shenxiao sword, all beings are equal.
