This wasn't over yet. The massive wave created by the staff wind split to both sides, instantly sweeping away nearly a hundred soldiers, the momentum was terrifying to the extreme.
Even more deadly, once these soldiers were swept away, the Xia Army at the rear immediately filled in to seize the position, then charged in like a sharp knife.
Xiahou Cen was the first to charge in and fill the position. Turning his head, he saw a Beishuo garrison soldier on the flank, whose arm had been crushed by the staff wind, but his expression remained unchanged, still drawing his saber to fend off Xia soldiers. Xiahou Cen's pupils flashed with coldness as he swung the silver ring saber in his hand, leapt up fiercely, and hacked down towards the soldier's shoulder.
"Not afraid of pain? Then go die!"
Crack...
