Just as they were about to charge out of the valley entrance by several feet, but before they could lead everyone out of the valley, Yu Wencheng suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from the front, forcibly stopping his steed from surging forward.
It's Yuan An!
He galloped like a ferocious tiger out of the gate, the long blade in his hand wrapped in a fierce gust, chopping straight towards the top of Yu Wencheng's head.
"Your Highness, watch out!"
Song Shiyuan shouted and was about to spur his horse forward to assist, but his horse was startled by the flames, snorting and frantically circling in place, unwilling to charge forward. Yu Wencheng, having just slain two soldiers, felt invincible and did not retreat, directly lifting his blade to meet the attack.
Yuan An's blade came down, Yu Wencheng raised his blade horizontally. As the two swords clashed, a dull thud resonated.
"Ah—!"
Although Yu Wencheng gritted his teeth, he couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.
