Chapter 117: Sweeping the World (4)_1
"Not good, it’s an ambush!" Upon seeing the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders, a dreadful premonition rose in the Sword Monarch’s heart. But now, with the arrow nocked, it had to be fired. He gritted his teeth and continued his attacks.
"Kill!"
Many shared the Sword Monarch’s sentiment, determined to fight to the end. They pressed their assault, intent on cutting down any who blocked their path. This was their last gamble; failure meant an honorable death. Besides, it was too late to retreat.
"End the battle quickly. Don’t disturb His Highness’s rest!" the leader of the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders commanded indifferently, glancing at the gradually brightening lights of the Imperial Capital behind him. To him, the menacing enemy seemed like nothing more than a horde of worthless fools. The other seventeen Riders, silent, nodded, the killing intent in their eyes growing increasingly intense.
When the Sword Monarch and his men were about five miles from the city wall, the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders moved!
BOOM!
An overwhelming aura erupted, carrying world-ending destructive power. Blade lights crisscrossed the sky, saturated with oppressive Evil Qi. Eighteen scimitars fell from the heavens like crescent moons plummeting to earth.
The Sword Monarch and his men saw only the cold glint of blades before a bone-chilling coldness enveloped them. Without a second thought, their innate combat instincts kicked in, and they hastily defended.
"Sword Spirit, protect me!" the Sword Monarch roared. An incredibly brilliant Sword Qi materialized before him, forming a formidable, shield-like barrier.
BOOM!
The instant it formed, an immense force struck him, sending him flying back a thousand feet. Half his body went numb from the impact, the webbing of his hand split open, and blood gushed out, staining his sword.