In everyone's hearts, the person who led them from Po Yang to this place, facing tens of thousands of the enemy army besieging and intercepting them, yet still able to escort tens of thousands across the river, had already become like a Heavenly God. How could a Heavenly God possibly lose?
"Trash!"
Someone cursed under their breath.
"Damn it, you dare to insult the Princely Heir, do you not want to live?"
"Show some respect with your words, don't drag the General into this!"
"..."
...
"Even if you can break my Saber Technique, you still won't win!"
No matter how shaken Cao Fan was in his heart, he always remained composed without creating more flaws, a testament to remaining calm in a crisis.
Even if the advantage of his Saber Technique had vanished, he still had his cultivation level to suppress the other!
In terms of pure strength, the opponent couldn't surpass him.
