The silver saddle shines on the white horse, swift as a shooting star.
Ten steps, one kill, a thousand miles without a trace.
At this moment, whether it was Jiang Sheng, Lv Jianfeng, Li Cunyu, Xu Dengfeng, Yue Xingzhou, or Liao Shanhe, Liao Ming, and others, the same lines of poetry flashed through their minds simultaneously.
As natural as the clouds, as smooth as flowing water!
As unstoppable as splitting bamboo!
His gallant figure cutting through the wind!
Facing two Martial Saints and fighting them two against one, he managed to kill both in the blink of an eye with such ease—it was like dry weeds meeting a fierce flame!
Even though the process was fraught with danger, this resolute courage to confront his fears head-on fully reflected Alkaid's absolute confidence in his own strength!
Such strength!
Such audacity!
Such charisma!
