He was riding a Qilin, galloping atop a massive Rock Dragon, glancing sideways in midair.
The sea of clouds churned, and the waves of Inner Qi surged to the heavens.
A middle-aged man appeared in the distance on the mountain ridges, riding a dark-colored warhorse, dressed in armor as heavy as mountains. He stood there like a mountain himself, solemn and sharp, his gaze tranquil, with thousands of elite iron-clad warriors behind him.
All wore heavy armor, their exotic beast mounts shaped like Dragon Horses with patterns like fierce tiger skins.
Even if facing a legend of Martial Arts, the World Palace Master himself, there was not the slightest fear.
The renowned war general, Yuwen Lie!
And with him, the Tiger Barbarian Cavalry that had annihilated Tuyuhun, eight thousand strong.
