The middle-aged man in cloth clothes did not panic in the slightest as he saw Qin Xuan charging toward him. A faint glow emanated from the vertical mark between his brows. Wielding his long sabre, he moved to intercept Qin Xuan’s attack.
*Clang!*
Blade met sword. The immense force behind the blow left a notch in both weapons. Qin Xuan was fighting for speed; with three attackers against their two, and given Murong Tian’s lack of combat prowess—barely managing to hold off Dong Feng—Qin Xuan knew he had to take one of them out quickly if they were to have any chance of turning the tide.
Chapter 851