This surge of intent came suddenly, and Yangg Tao reflexively spurred her horse forward. Within the array, she had no room for resistance, only compliance with the command, inwardly feeling a pang of bitterness.
"Sect Leader Brother must have muddled things up. I can't hold on."
Eight riders suddenly burst out ahead, forming a fan shape, surrounding her, their weapons dividing and sweeping with a fierce wind, seemingly about to shatter her in one wave.
Unexpectedly, a surge of blood-red light erupted from Yangg Tao, a thread of silver light grew brighter and then transformed into dazzling golden radiance. A horizontal slash followed the most correct path destined by fate, the blade's edge mysteriously vibrating, giving birth to thunder, transforming into a vast golden blade light, sweeping across with a roar.
