Lin Huaiyu was gentle, but he was not soft.
Indeed, as Lei Hong spurred his horse and thrust his spear, before anyone could react, a dazzling blade light had already cleaved through the air.
Gale like winds surged from all directions, as if they were deep sea waves…
In the midst of the air bursting and roaring,
With a flicker of the blade light, the twelve-foot long spear was sent flying, aiming straight for the opponent's chest.
Lei Hong, with his overwhelming momentum, had just charged forward seven steps when his spear flew out of his hands as if it had wings.
Both palms of his hands split open at the same time, and eight of his ten fingers were severed.
He could only watch as the blade energy, like a massive wave, heavily struck his chest.
Iron armor shattered and flew like rain…
Lei Hong didn't even manage to utter a sound.
He was struck by the slash, hurled ten feet backwards, and fell into the midst of the torches as a shadow.