The three thousand elite cavalry, under the leadership of Zheng Ming over these past two months, had not improved significantly in cultivation level, but their momentum had been tempered by Zheng Ming.
So, when they saw someone daring to raise a bow and arrow in front of Zheng Ming, each of them also raised the swords and spears in their hands at the same time.
Luo Yuanhao looked at the troops behind Ou Yuanchen, and his heart skipped a beat. Although he had now tied his own future to Zheng Ming, given the current situation, if he and his men were to clash with Ou Yuanchen, they would definitely be at a disadvantage.
Not to mention Ou Yuanchen had no fewer men than his, the elite level of Ou Yuanchen's subordinates was probably even higher than that of his own three thousand elite riders.
After a moment of contemplation, he came to Zheng Ming and whispered, "Young Master Ming, a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him."
