Long Chen felt that if he killed the second-tier troop type—the Yellow Turban Warrior—in front of him, he would surely gain a significant amount of experience points.
Zhou Tai crookedly grinned and said, "Alright, Lord, keep an eye on this!"
The Cold Moon Blade was leveled across his chest, and a pair of fierce tiger eyes glared at the robust Yellow Turban Warrior ahead, emitting a tremendous aura that manifested as a blood-red light.
Sensing such power, the Yellow Turban Warrior prepared for a counterattack with bent knees, ready to charge at any moment.
The massive maul, as heavy as a boulder, was raised high with an overwhelming presence.
In the blink of an eye, the two of them charged at each other like arrows shot from a bow.
Clang!
Their weapons clashed at high speed, creating a series of sparks.
Boom!
With a tremendous roar, the robust Yellow Turban Warrior was sent flying dozens of yards away by Zhou Tai's Cold Moon Blade.