The shout from the disciple in the blood-colored robe left everyone confused, but Lin Qian alone knew what was happening.
While the others were still in the dark, Lin Qian had already rushed out from the royal carriage, as his crimson Thunder Soul Power surged out from within him, transforming into a huge Sword Qi that slashed towards the seemingly empty space ahead.
As Lin Qian made his move, Zhao Long also leaped into action, his pale yellow Huaxia Soul Power condensing into a sky full of spear shadows that rained down like a torrential downpour, stabbing into the void to the right.
Sword Qi crisscrossed, and spear shadows were unceasing.
After Lin Qian and Zhao Long, the sovereign and his subject, struck out, blood traces suddenly appeared in the empty space before them, and more than ten figures materialized out of thin air, each bearing wounds clearly inflicted by the Sword Qi and spear force.
Among them, four had breathed their last and fell from the sky.
