Chapter 117: Sweeping the World (4)_1

"Not good, it's an ambush!" Upon seeing the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders, a dreadful premonition rose in the Sword Monarch's heart. But now, with the arrow nocked, it had to be fired. He gritted his teeth and continued his attacks.

"Kill!"

Many shared the Sword Monarch's sentiment, determined to fight to the end. They pressed their assault, intent on cutting down any who blocked their path. This was their last gamble; failure meant an honorable death. Besides, it was too late to retreat.

"End the battle quickly. Don't disturb His Highness's rest!" the leader of the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders commanded indifferently, glancing at the gradually brightening lights of the Imperial Capital behind him. To him, the menacing enemy seemed like nothing more than a horde of worthless fools. The other seventeen Riders, silent, nodded, the killing intent in their eyes growing increasingly intense.