The broadsword was blocked by the spear, and the heir of the Marquis of Zhennan laughed loudly: "Cousin, your temper is really unstable!"
"Cousin, all your martial arts came from the Mansion of the Marquis of Zhennan. Every move and style, I know them better than you do. Are you sure you can defeat me?"
"Don't be foolish, if I don't hold back, you will certainly be injured and suffer a terrible defeat."
"Cousin, I really don't want to hurt you."
"Shut up!" Bai Yu swung a knife.
The heir of the Marquis of Zhennan moved his spear to block, but realized it was just a feint, the broadsword reversed, hacking toward his waist.
The heir of the Marquis of Zhennan barely reacted in time, only able to jump off his horse's back to avoid the strike.
As he attempted to get back on the horse, Bai Yu gave him no chance, the blade swung empty, turning it downward to slash into the sweat-blooded horse.
The horse, startled and in pain, let out a cry and turned to flee.
