Chapter 328: Grandfather and Grandson (1)
The sound of footsteps echoed. A short, sharp noise.
A man with a noticeably strong physique descended onto the mountain peak.
The overwhelming momentum that had brought him down like a thunderbolt was nowhere to be seen. He had absorbed the shock of his landing with his internal energy, dissipating it effortlessly.
As his pink robe fluttered widely, the man stepped forward with an unhurried, casual gait, as if he were merely out for a stroll.
Step.
The silence he carried took on a tangible form, spreading downward like an unseen swamp, seeping into the hills below.
At the foot of the slope connected to the {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} peak.
The aftershock of his landing surged in the form of a fierce wind. Blood, flesh, and shattered bone mixed with broken stones, tumbling down further and further.
Few remained alive among the martial forces.
Even the horses, unable to muster even a whimper, let out only sporadic hoofbeats that struck the ground. The clatter of hooves rang hollow in the air.
Mounted warriors, gripping their swords in one hand and reins in the other, remained silent.
Dozens of faces, once fierce and resolute, had lost all trace of their former expressions. They were the very picture of shock. The phrase "pale with fright" had never been more fitting. A wholly different look had settled on their faces.