"Yan."
Chu Lingguang slowly approached Yan Zhen. Yan Zhen's current aura was unparalleled; even Qin Yu probably couldn't withstand more than a few of his strikes.
The second level of Sword Momentum, the Form Realm, was actually this terrifying.
Chu Lingguang couldn't help but wonder, 'If my Spear Stance also evolved to produce a tangible force, could I be like Yan Zhen and defeat five Greedy Tigers all by myself?'
'Would my strength be comparable to a True Martial Realm expert, or maybe even stronger than some of them?'
"Go, quickly!"
"We still have a chance!"
Yan Zhen had no time to savor the changes in his power. He slapped the flat of his long saber against the rump of Chu Lingguang's great black horse, urging Chu Lingguang to ride north. He himself sprinted across the ground, propelled by the strength coursing through his limbs.
"Yan, get on!"
