More and more herders flocked to the area like a tide.

However, what awaited them was a hail of bullets.

Before these herders could even reach the range of the arrows, they were hit by the guns and fell to the ground.

"Anyone who dares to come closer, I'll chop off their head!" Ling Yunzhi roared, gripping his broadsword.

The butler quietly approached Ling Yunzhi.

Suddenly, the guy roared and leaped into the air, his machete aimed straight at Ling Yunzhi's neck.

A gunshot rang out.

A bullet struck the butler squarely between the eyebrows.

Before the butler could even scream, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Trying to ambush us?" Ling Yunzhi sneered, gripping his broadsword with both hands, and kicked Murong Chui out of the tent.

Everyone outside the tent was staring intently at the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Cavalry.

"Get out of my way, all of you." Ling Yunzhi pointed his saber at Murong Chui's head once again. "If you don't get out of my way, I'll blow his head off."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Murong Chui was in their hands, and the steward was already dead on the spot.

To expect them to launch an attack is simply wishful thinking and a pipe dream.

"I told you to get out of the way, didn't you hear me?" Ling Yunzhi swung his cleaver at Murong Chui's head.

Everyone was taken aback.

Murong Chui also shrank his neck.

Just as the horse-slaying saber was about to strike Murong Chui's head, Ling Yunzhi turned the saber around.

With a loud crack, the back of the saber slammed heavily onto Murong Chui's head.