During the fierce horse racing, over 10 steeds had finished one-third of the race among the stirred dust. Ahead of the yellow valiant horse of a palace cavalryman and the jade-dotted horse of a Tang military man was a snow-white steed, which presently was definitely number one.
From its stable, rhythmic nodding and the steady steps of the Snow Horse, one could judge that it still had the energy to spare. It seemed that if the competition continued like this, it would undoubtedly be the first one to run through the finishing line.
However, just at that moment, a burst of yelling with curiosity and astonishment was heard from the starting point of the race track. Numerous people were shouting at something.
Following their shouts, Ning Que and Cat Girl looked in that direction, where they found a pure black steed rushing onto the track as quickly as an arrow shot from its bowstring and chasing the group of horses in front of it at a terrifying speed.