"What's there to be afraid of?" A hint of coldness surfaced on Zhao Yun's face. He could sense the hidden power within his opponent's body. Yet even if that man were to unleash all his strength, Zhao Yun had absolute confidence in himself—especially under this dense and widespread Cloud Qi, he feared no one!
Zhao Yun pulled on the reins, and his mount—the Night Illuminating Jade Lion—charged toward Zhang He. His dozen or so trusted aides followed, guarding on both sides as they rushed towards Zhang He.
"Take this spear thrust!" Zhang He, having gauged Zhao Yun's capabilities after the previous strike, thrust his spear with all his might without revealing his true power, the move was forceful and heavy.
"Cling!" Zhao Yun parried Zhang He's steel spear and then a fight-sized burst of spear blossoms appeared right before Zhang He's eyes. Without waiting for Zhang He to react, the spear burst forth like a pear blossom ejecting stamens with a fierce thrust.