Faced with the Ferghana Horse that was violently dashing towards him, Duan Ling Tian’s gaze went cold and he clenched his right hand tightly; the muscles on his hand slightly bulged!
If the person were to really spur his horse to collide with Duan Ling Tian, then Duan Ling Tian wouldn’t mind blasting the person and his horse flying….
The Ferghana Horse moved closer; it was only a few meters away from Duan Ling Tian now.
"Neigh~" The young man on the Ferghana Horse instantly tightened the reigns on his horse, and the Ferghana Horse stopped a meter away from Duan Ling Tian.
The young man arrogantly swept Duan Ling Tian with his gaze and said, in a condescending tone, "Kid, you’re quite brave. Your luck is good; if it wasn’t for this being the gate of the Third Prince’s estate, you would’ve been knocked flying by my Crimson Blood by now and would surely be dead!"
Crimson Blood was precisely the name the young man called the Ferghana Horse he sat upon.
