Stepping forward and charging, Jiang Su looked at his steed still spitting blood, raised his head to gaze at the charging Prince Qin. The Military God wielded his weapon, raised it, and the Golden Armor Army Soul likewise lifted that blade, slashing downward.
If it were not for obsession, Zhang Ziyong would not be as bewitched.
If it weren't for such obsession, how could the Taoist Sect keep wandering outside, bound by the Tao?
Li Guanyi glared, eyes wide open, watching Jiang Su who was also giving his all. The two auras tore and ripped as if the battlefield was being torn apart. Behind Prince Qin, the Tiger, Red Dragon, Qilin, Mystic Turtle, Green Bird circulated. Jiang Su gripped his weapon, the vast battlefield of three hundred years.
