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Sakjee was riding on his horse and laughing heartily. He saw that Li Wei had no more than three generals and forty soldiers, and not a single horse. How could he not laugh when he attacked him?

Looking at his own strong and well-equipped army, with three hundred armored soldiers, a ten-man cavalry squad, and fifty ordinary cavalrymen, he also realized that his elephant strength was superior to Livy's.

Sakjee suddenly felt a sense of spaciousness and expansiveness. He turned to Panya with a smug look on his face and said, "Was my wife laughing at me just now? Watch as I chop off Livy's head in a moment!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand majestically, and the three hundred soldiers who had been hunting just moments before quickly assembled around him. A ten-man Brahma soldier squad and a fifty-man ordinary cavalry squad also rode up to Sakje's side, each exuding an aura of bloodlust and killing intent.

Although Sakje was a good-for-nothing, these were all elite soldiers left behind by his father, soldiers who had seen blood.

Beside Sakje was another man on horseback, Ganka. He hadn't left last night. Ganka's face showed excitement. Great! This Li Wei actually went to his death to attack Sakje. The person who was competing with him for the Goddess Brahma was finally going to die today!

"I am willing to lead a cavalry unit to help Lord Sakje capture Livy," Ganka volunteered.

Sakjee shook his head, looking mockingly at Li Wei, who had stopped his horse in the distance: "See that? He can't even muster ten ordinary horses, he can't even launch a cavalry charge against me, and this kind of person dares to attack me first? And dares to call me a servant girl!?"

As he spoke, Sakje's face turned grim. He wanted to end Levi's life with his own hands, and he also had a subtle sense of male pride. Pania's laughter just now sounded somewhat grating to him, and he had to defeat Levi himself.

In Sakjee's view, defeating Livy should be easy, because his imagination is superior to Livy's. He had hesitated to make a move before because he was afraid that Livy would run away, but now it's all good, he has delivered himself to his doorstep.

"Descendant of the Sun King, the Aryans revere the Sun King, which is why I spared your life. But today you dare to defy your superior, and the bloodline of the Sun will be extinguished today!" With that, Sakje drew the sword from his waist. It was a black sword with black mist spreading from its tip, exuding an indescribable aura of death. He laughed as he aimed at Li Wei, as if Li Wei were already a dead soul under his blade.

Ganka, standing to the side, felt a surge of satisfaction. If Lord Sakje made a move, wouldn't Levi be doomed?

Beside him stood the Vatican cavalry, each exuding a cold and powerful aura. Clad in heavy black armor, they stood silently guarding Sakje like black knights. They were the master's heaviest swords, ready to pierce the enemy's heart once the order was given!

Pania didn't speak; she hadn't responded when Sakje spoke to her earlier.

She seemed to have laughed herself to exhaustion while lying on the horse. She slowly straightened up, tears streaming down her face, and glanced expressionlessly at Li Wei in the distance.

He looked more heroic than I had imagined, and not as wicked and lewd as I had in my dream.

In the past, Pania would have been happy for Sakje, because Levi had actually chosen to attack and die.

But now she was heartbroken and didn't care about the outcome of the battle anymore; she didn't care whether Sakje won or not.

"Salma, the soldiers in Tuli are better than we thought," Buhart said gravely, mounted on his horse.

Li Wei nodded. He turned to look back and saw that some soldiers looked panicked, no longer as hot-blooded as they had been the night before. He thought it was normal; it was perfectly normal to be afraid when facing an enemy ten times better equipped than themselves.

Now it's up to him.

Li Wei raised his sword, the sunlight reflecting off its blade with a blinding gleam. His gaze passed over the pale-faced soldiers, over their flickering eyes, and landed on the youngest soldier at the very back of the small group.

The soldier was trembling, but he didn't lower his head.

Li Wei spoke up.

The voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"From now until sunset."

He paused, then slowly pointed the tip of his sword at the dark, imposing army opposite him:

"Many of you will bleed, many of you will die."

"I cannot make any more promises to you."

Li Weiler turned his horse to face the dark, imposing army, to Sakje riding a white Vatican, to the heavily armored cavalry, the elite soldiers, and the menacing formation.

"There's only one thing I can guarantee, and that's..."

Li Wei suddenly spurred his horse, and the ordinary horse beneath him, in pain, broke free and charged straight towards the dark mass of troops opposite him!

"My blood will run dry before yours!"

One person, one horse, one sword.

Facing three hundred elite soldiers, ten mounted warriors, fifty light cavalry, and the combined strength of two elephants, Sakje charged alone!

The sunlight shone on him, bathing the skinny horse, the sword, and the young profile in a golden glow.

He raised his sword high and charged into the world.

One person can form an army!

"Wait a minute." It was Buhat who stopped Shaha, Tebaha and the others who wanted to charge together on horseback. Buhat said that based on his understanding of Sakhoja, he would definitely face Livsalma alone, and now was not the time for them to charge.

Sure enough, seeing Li Wei charging alone, Sakje laughed heartily and ordered those around him, "Give me a cup of warm wine. When I return, it will be the time to cut off Li Wei's head!"

Sakjee instructed his trusted Brahma cavalry captain beside him, "He has the strength of two elephants. Li Wei dares to charge at him; he's courting death!"

After giving his orders, Sakje rode his tall white horse, raised his curved sword shrouded in black mist, and grinned as he approached Li Wei.

From a distance, Sakjee seemed to have the upper hand, after all, his horse was too extraordinary and tall, while Li Wei's horse was just an ordinary horse, naturally half a head shorter.

Pania also looked over. She watched silently, her attention drawn by Li Wei's words. In her memory, her father seemed to have said something similar, that noble people like them sometimes used their men as cannon fodder in battle, letting them bleed. She remembered her father gently telling her that he felt this was wrong. So her father always led from the front, the first to charge into battle and the first to charge into the fray. Because of this, her father was loved by his soldiers and commanded respect throughout the four towns. But because of this, he had many hidden injuries and died young.

"Haha, Li Wei, kneel down now and offer up Suleisa, and I might spare your life." Sakje grinned maliciously, raising his black mist scimitar high. The necromantic aura emanating from his body began to emanate, the necromantic aura inherited from the Black Fiend King of the Third Covenant of Kings.

Gradually, his black scimitar began to emit the ghostly howls of skulls, exuding an indescribable eeriness.

Da da da!

Li Wei remained silent, simply charging forward on his horse. When he was five meters away from Sak and their horses were very close, he raised his sword high and unleashed the first step of the Naga with swordplay.

What do you mean by "ghostly aura of death"? The source of your power, Wang Yu, was determined by my ancestors!

"Why do you not bow to the king!" Li Wei shouted, raising his sword high. At that moment, his blood and qi surged to the sky, unleashing the power of the three symbols that rivaled that of a mid-stage Vanpi. At that moment, he swung his sword down fiercely, and a bronze giant riding a bronze ancient horse appeared behind him, making the same sword-swinging motion.