The Silver Armored General frantically threw his sword, only to see the young man contort his body in mid-air. As the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer flew from his hand, the qilin-tail spike at the end of the handle accurately pierced the general's throat.
Amidst the great rout triggered by their commander's death, Xu Yunfan planted a foot on the Silver Armored General's still-standing corpse, raised his blood-soaked hammer toward the southeast, and gazed at the crumbling Daqian Army.
Zhan Yan slammed his pair of Heavy Hammers onto the ground. "Cathartic! Much more cathartic than teaching a little whelp like you back in the day!"
Xu Yunfan was just about to speak when his gaze flickered upward.
Time seemed to freeze.
The moment the Ten-foot Ink Spear pierced the curtain of rain, Xu Yunfan's pupils reflected nine overlapping afterimages of its vibrating tip.
