Xu Xinhui’s agreement to fight Wei Yuan again tomorrow was not completely out of stubbornness and adherence to out-dated principles.0

Wang Ziyan had been relentlessly pursued and attacked by the young girl. He was at a complete disadvantage with no chance of victory in sight. Although Xu Xinhui had Wei Yuan under control, a sword cultivator’s intuition was exceptionally keen. He instinctively sensed that Wei Yuan was holding back his strength, and that defeating him would likely not be a quick affair.0

Moreover, although the two cavalry forces had only skirmished for a brief moment, over seventy of the Xu Clan’s elite troops had fallen in battle. On the other hand, most of Wei Yuan’s riders had only sustained minor injuries; their caliber truly exceptional. If the battle continued, even if they emerged victorious, they would probably have lost over half of their one thousand troops.0

Every single one of these clan soldiers were men Xu Xinhui had trained over many years and poured countless blood, sweat and tears on them. Losing even a few would break his heart, let alone half of his force. That was why Xu Xinhui had agreed to Wei Yuan’s challenge.0

Now that they had the time to think, Wang Ziyan and Xu Xinhui grew increasingly suspicious. The fifty knights’ combat prowess was simply too formidable—their equipment, their mystic artifacts, their Dao spells, and...0