The sound of horse hooves was not the ordinary clip-clop of travelers' steeds, but rather a dull roar like a sudden storm pounding the ground.
As these sounds kept approaching, the thunderous thumps of hooves striking the earth almost resembled the booming beat of war drums, shaking people's eardrums painfully, and making their hearts race uncontrollably.
Hearing these hooves, Wan Haihao narrowed his eyes slightly, pressing down on the sword hilt. His posture seemed relaxed, but he was ready to unleash power at any moment, delivering a thunderous and deadly blow to any intruder.
The young swordsmen in the town had various reactions to the sound of the hooves, some were excited, their faces flushed, breathing becoming rapid, while others turned pale, shivering uncontrollably.
"This horse is definitely the Lan Qi from Wu Family's Horse Field! When I traveled with my father, I saw it once, its color like the sky; you'd never mistake it if you had eyes!"
