Yuwen Huaji's martial arts skills absolutely surpassed those of the former Iron-Blooded Marquis, Old Master An, and An Shigeng.
Even You Niaojuan and Tianjun Xi Ying, two of the eight great masters of the Demonic Sect, were no match for him.
The commander of the imperial guards beside Emperor Yang Guang wielded immense power and influence, and was indeed quite capable.
Yuwen Huaji steadied himself, forcing a calm demeanor. "Heroes emerge from among the young. You have some skill. This general always kills with a single move. You and I are evenly matched. I'll let you go today. Let's go."
He immediately turned around, leaped onto his horse, and led his men and the Hai Sha Gang members away from the dilapidated temple.
Along the way, the physically strong Yuwen Wudi couldn't understand and asked Yuwen Huaji, "Brother, when did you set this rule for yourself, to kill someone with only one move?"
Yuwen Huaji did not answer, but increased his horse's speed, trying to get out of the sight of the group of people over the dilapidated temple.
Yuwen Wudi also spurred his horse to catch up, relentlessly asking, "Brother, why aren't you answering me? You're in such a hurry, are you afraid of that little brat...?"
Pfft~
Suddenly, Yuwen Huaji spat out a mouthful of blood mist and fell off his horse.
Everyone was shocked.
"Dad~"
"Big brother~"
"General~"
They quickly helped Yuwen Huaji up and patted him on the back to help him catch his breath.
"Big brother, are you injured?"
"Yes, yes, I'm injured."
Yuwen Huaji, panting, said, "That kid's internal strength is extremely profound. I've only reached the seventh level of the Ice Profound Force. If I were to reach the eighth level, I would absolutely, absolutely..."
Unable to catch his breath, Yuwen Huaji fainted.
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