Chapter 88 Sword Lake City

Zhao Changhe's charge had completely crushed the enemies besieging Han Wubing.

Originally, defeating so many with fewer numbers, they were forcing themselves onward, propelled by sheer will, believing Han Wubing was at his last gasp and had to be killed no matter what, so they gritted their teeth and continued.

Then suddenly, this fierce man charged on horseback, the sheer momentum of his blade was enough to make one's legs go numb, let alone keep fighting...

No one noticed that Zhao Changhe himself was also exhausted, yet everyone lost the will to fight, shouting and scattering, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Zhao Changhe had thought he was in for a tough fight, and when he saw the turn of events, holding his saber, he was a bit taken aback: "Am I that terrifying?"

Han Wubing smiled, "Not bad, you are quite terrifying."