The sound of a drawn sword reverberated throughout the Martyr’s Shrine, but remained trapped within its four crumbling walls.

There were two shadows beneath Zhao Yun’s feet. Whoosh! Just then, the shadow on the right opened its scarlet eyes and stared intently at Zhao Yun, “Zhao Zilong… It’s you?!”

“You’re but a single person, and not even an official Emissary of Hell! How can you possibly obstruct the march of all of the Golden Horde that have existed through time?”

But Zhao Yun didn’t say a word. Instead, he simply lifted the scabbard and thrusted it heavily into the ground, causing a web of cracks to appear on the ground with a mighty bang. At once, the scabbard shattered into smithereens, causing countless illusory faces of wailing ghosts to appear in the surroundings. And then… the entire Martyr’s Shrine began to glow with a dazzling light of Yin Talismans all around.

Temujin gasped in horror, “When did you--...”

No response.

Things were escalating to its boiling point.

A split second later, the speartip of the Courage of Dragons Silver Spear that was once placed in the corner of the Martyr’s Shrine suddenly flew over with a dazzling glimmer of light, sending dust and debris scattering everywhere in the wake of its approach.

Whoosh! At once, the Courage of Dragons Silver Spear was restored to its former glory, and Zhao Zilong pointed its tip at the throat of the shadow on the ground, “Temujin, you’re a hero of your time. Don’t you think it’s unbecoming that you’re...