Wu Tiejun was charging recklessly, wielding his formidable cultivation level to rush wildly. With a flash of his blade, a life was ended.
Amid the flashing lights of swords and splatters of blood, he darted and dodged, attacking and retreating with ease. For a moment, no one could match him.
Xiu!
A black shadow soared in the air, its sword clashed with Wu Tiejun's blade; and then taunted him, "Wu Tiejun, you've been demoted from the ranks of thousands of soldiers to lead a small squad, how pathetic it is for you to continue risking your life for Great Qin. Just nod your head, come to Feiyi Hall, there is a generous position waiting for you there."
Wu Tiejun spat out and sneered, "Even if I am demoted to a mere soldier, I am still a man of Great Qin!"
He let out a long howl, laughing heartily, "Even if I die wrapped in horse hide, unburied, I am still a man of Great Qin, a ghost of Great Qin, a soul of Great Qin!"
In the sky, He Bibiqu bellowed, "Good! Well said!"
