บท 359: Battle IV

Ye Chong lifted his head and looked afar, his expression changed drastically. The three swords were coming, in A-formation. They zapped towards him so quick and so forcefully that the hushes by friction in air had engulfed the screams of people around.

In the air, the faces of the three guardsmen were dead red , apparently they had consumed every last ounce of their strength on that powerful attack.

Ye Chong could not make it if he were to dodge, but somehow he was calm, as he gripped the pole of his lance and stared upon the incoming swords, ignoring the other attacks surrounding him.

Emotionless, expressionless, toneless and passionless.

No emotion would disrupt his schemata.

His eyes were then wide open, his waist sank, tilting his lance.

HMPH!

MORTAL ROAR!