In Tan Shihuai's view, Xie Zhiyu, who was determined to defend the glory of the Xiongnu to the death, was worthy of his efforts.

Without a word, Tan Shihuai swung his saber at Xie Zhiyu with a whooshing sound.

At this time, Tan Shihuai was in his prime, with strong and powerful arms. This strike, in terms of both speed and power, looked terrifying.

Xie Zhi gripped the knife with both hands, barely managing to block the attack. The pain and numbness in his arms made his expression somewhat ferocious.

He knew he was no match for Tan Shihuai, and being killed by him was only a matter of time. But before he died, he wanted to take a big bite out of his opponent.

With a roar, Xie Zhi launched a desperate attack on Tan Shihuai, seemingly ready to perish together with him.

Faced with the berserk Xie Zhiyu, Tan Shihuai also carefully raised his knife to defend. The blades of the two clashed constantly, and in no time, they had exchanged ten blows.

No matter how Xie Zhi attacked, he was unable to harm Tan Shihuai in the slightest; instead, his left arm was stabbed.

The constant flow of blood made Xie Zhiyu's head feel heavy, and his attack speed slowed down considerably.

Tan Shihuai, on the other side, also seized the opportunity, and with great speed, he slashed at Xie Zhiyu's neck with his saber. Xie Zhiyu hurriedly swung his saber to block.

With a clang, Xie Zhiyu felt his arm holding the knife go numb, and the curved knife in his hand was knocked away.

Seeing this, Tan Shihuai flipped his wrist and slapped the blade directly onto Xie Zhiyu's temple.

Suddenly, Xie Zhiyu swayed and fell off his horse. Tan Shihuai reacted quickly, leaning forward and grabbing him with his left hand, pulling him back onto his horse.