The specially crafted Hooked Scythe Spear whistled in the wind, emitting a somber low hum.
Zhou Xianping froze, as if he were dreaming, watching a tall young man ride in on a Dragon Colt, decisively slashing and killing that Turkic war general, dismounting nimbly, and reaching out to grab the Hooked Scythe Spear embedded in the ground.
Whoosh——
As the wind blew, the newcomer's battle robe fluttered, carrying a somber killing aura.
The armor on his body and the fluttering Qilin Pattern battle robe proved his identity.
The young man crossed past him, moved to the front, and naturally took control of the Zhou Family's Hook and Scythe Formation, just like he learned from his youth; he had studied this formation for so long, it was too familiar.
Zhou Xianping murmured: "...Liu Ying?"
The child once protected by Zhou Xianping had crossed him, stepping onto the battlefields of the world.
But how is he here?
