Zhuri immediately charged toward those people, raising its hooves to trample them with particular ferocity.
Tobanya’s face turned pale, her body slashed with numerous cuts from swords, clearly struggling due to her failing strength. Changyi did not expect Tobanya to be of any help, so he snatched the sword from her hand and stabbed at those people.
Those people had already pursued them to the doorstep; if he didn’t take action now, his wife and children would truly be in danger.
It could be said that without any hesitation, Changyi took action.
Previously, Tobanya had seen Changyi dispose of the sword expert—Gong Juese in just a few moves, and now that she knew Changyi was the King of Eternal Victory, undefeated in countless battlegrounds, she truly realized how formidable he was.
She knew Changyi was formidable, but she hadn’t expected him to be this formidable.
Almost every move he made was irresistible.
Watching the bloody carnage that arose from Changyi’s intervention, Tobanya was completely shaken, unable to react.
This was no War God; this was clearly the Death God...
By the time Tobanya could react, the scene before her eyes chilled her blood, as if she were in an icy cavern. This man was truly terrifying.
She felt both respect and fear.
Changyi was solely focused on dealing with the people at his doorstep threatening the safety of his wife and children, not even noticing the expression on Tobanya’s face at the moment.
In the past, he found living to be meaningless, but had promised Uncle Liu not to end his own life; so on the battlefield, wherever the danger was greatest, that’s where he would charge, hoping to kill the enemy while also wishing they would kill him.
But now, things were different; he only wanted to eliminate the enemy. He had to protect his wife and children, to survive and live a happy life together.
Zhuri was a warhorse and very fierce; it didn’t fear charging into the crowd, kicking and stepping on people.
Initially, when a horse charged at them madly, those people were startled. Soon after, a man like the Death God made one after another fall, never to rise again. These people were not just panicked but horrified.
Some even became frightened and dared not confront Changyi, turning to flee.
But how could Changyi possibly let them leave? Man and sword moved together, his sword following his movements; those who tried to flee were all struck in the knees by Changyi, all forced to kneel.
And could run no more.
Those few people screamed miserably, while the others who had been with them were all dead, either under Changyi’s sword or crushed under Zhuri’s hooves.
Changyi did not even glance at the twisted faces of those in agony, knocking them unconscious directly.
With so many people, a few had to be kept alive for interrogation.
Zhuri trampled three people to death and injured eight. Once there was no one left for it to kick and stomp, it ran to Changyi’s side, raised its front legs, and neighed towards the sky, a sound that pierced the heavens, exuding an arrogance like no other.
Thanks to Zhuri, those people had no intention of rushing into the yard. Seeing Zhuri raise its legs, Changyi patted its hooves once more, and the neighing grew even louder.
It was at this moment that the sound of galloping hooves approached.
Changyi’s heart tightened again, worried that more people were coming.
But thankfully, it was just one horse, one person, and that person was an ally—Meng Lanqing.