Zhao Yun wiped out the King of Dingling in one strike, casually retrieved the Dingling Golden Eagle from his body and stuffed it into his own arms, then turned his horse around. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Sweeping a glance at the frantic Dingling people, Zhao Yun chuckled, squeezed his horse’s belly, and the Night Illuminating Jade Lion underneath him instantly understood Zhao Yun’s intention, transforming into a white shadow that charged directly into the weak point of the Dingling formation.

In that instant, the sword light swept across, and where that white shadow passed, there were severed limbs, and although the Dingling people roared in anger and shot arrows to intercept, they failed to stop Zhao Yun for even a moment.

Seeing this astonishing scene, Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling both had faces full of excitement, while Li Tiao and Xue Shao visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

However, unlike Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling, Li Tiao and Xue Shao, upon sighing, immediately commanded their White Horse Soldiers, and in the next moment, a white wave surged to the left and right wings, under their leadership, directly rushing out along the Dingling people’s front line at an astounding speed.

Before Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling understood Li Tiao and Xue Shao’s actions, Zhao Yun had already sped back to his trusted aide, then with a roar, initiated an attack on the Dingling people’s flank, only then did Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling react.

Li Tiao and Xue Shao, though they struggled as commander-in-chief, had battlefield experience, effortlessly seizing the right opportunity in combat. Upon witnessing the death of the King of Dingling, they perceived it more as a chance for victory rather than an acclamation for Zhao Yun’s strength.

Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling’s skills were indeed not much weaker than Li Tiao’s, but they lacked battlefield experience.

Zhao Yun was aware of this, hence he kept the two by his side, personally mentoring them; what they could learn wasn’t crucial, safety was paramount.

This led to Ma Yunlu and Lyu Qiling constantly witnessing Zhao Yun’s heroic figure, especially this time, single-handedly instantaneously killing an Ultimate Master of Inner Qi Manifestation, which made their eyes turn into some strange shapes, naturally forgetting what they ought to do.

Thus, when Zhao Yun charged back, he unleashed his Legion Talent, raising the legion’s speed to the extreme, then like an arc, chasing Li Tiao’s direction, slicing through the Dingling elite cavalry.

"Release arrows, release arrows!" At this moment, the Chief Personal Guard of the King of Dingling was nearly frantic, desperately commanding the Dingling people under him to shoot arrows, but with the King’s death, such orders were almost absurd, as the Dingling elite were more inclined to flee.

Yet, the speed of the White Horse Soldiers was too fast; before the Dingling people had completely scattered, the White Horse Soldiers had already started a frenzied slaughter around the Dingling’s military formation.

With extraordinary speed paired with extreme agility, any fleeing Dingling elite could not escape being fleetingly slashed into two pieces by the pale knife light.

Unlike the Tugi Cavalryman, the White Horse Soldiers’ combat style retained its former remote mounted archery tactics, surrounding the enemy quickly, but this time trading bows for sabers.

With ultimate speed, super agility, perfect evasion, paired with sabers, the melee of White Horse Soldiers was like art, yet this perfect attribute combination still had unavoidable flaws.

After becoming Wind Riders, White Horse Soldiers, who had melee ability, could easily convert speed into ultimate damage, enough to rival the Military Spirit Legion, but their ultimate damage couldn’t produce an ultimate number of kills.

Restricted to slicing battles, White Horse Soldiers could only engage the enemies on the outskirts. The larger the surface area created by the enemy, the higher the kill count produced by the extreme damage of the White Horse Soldiers.

The smaller the surface area of the enemy’s formation, the fewer the soldiers the ultimate destructiveness of the White Horse Soldiers could kill, wasting their inherent combat power.

For White Horse Soldiers confined to slicing tactics, their enemies could only exist on one plane; when flanked, speed dropped, leaving them like salted fish on a chopping board, ignored and doomed.

The current awkwardness for Zhao Yun was that the speed of the White Horse was too fast; within half an incense stick time, they had circled the Dingling people thrice, grooming them into a perfect Round Formation.

It must be said that battlefields are the best places to hone oneself. Not just Dingling people, even Zhou Yu would find it difficult to form such a perfect Round Formation, yet the Dingling people now had indeed formed one.

The reason was the mad rush of the White Horse Soldiers, any unrounded parts were easily dealt with, leaving only a very round Round Formation.

After another mad rush, the number of Dingling elite the White Horse Soldiers could kill had dropped to a very small number; Zhao Yun hesitated no longer, immediately leading the White Horse Soldiers to speed out along a tangent of the Round Formation like the wind.

Soon, Li Tiao and Xue Shao followed along the tangent, and after galloping a hundred steps, they didn’t slow down, pulling a large arc to cultivate behind Zhao Yun.

The dust formed on the yellowish grasslands came to a halt the moment they reached their positions, like inertia had completely vanished.

In just one incense stick’s time, the six thousand plus White Horse had wiped out over three thousand Dingling elite, with losses only in the hundreds, a battle damage ratio nearly one to eight.

Seeing Zhao Yun move to over a hundred steps behind them, all the Dingling people cautiously eyed him in terror, not daring to scatter, knowing no one could outrun the White Horse Soldiers, whoever ran first would die first.

At this moment, all the Dingling elite, though extremely frightened, would rather grip their weapons with trembling hands and cautiously defend than scatter in panic.

Because all those who fled, voluntarily or involuntarily, had their corpses within twenty steps of this battlefield, none could outrun the White Horse Soldiers.

Zhao Yun stood coldly before the White Horse Soldiers, gazing at the trembling Dingling people. He knew they killed too fast and too fiercely before, but the White Horse Soldiers were inherently swift, making controlling the pace of slaughter impossible.

After a brief thought, Zhao Yun spurred his horse forward a step, facing nearly ten thousand elite troops remaining from the Dingling army. Those soldiers abruptly stepped back, Zhao Yun hesitated, his eyes suddenly scanning over all the Dingling people sharply, and in that instant, none dared to meet Zhao Yun’s gaze.