The fight between Feng Qizheng and Yili Ahan went on.

Both men were enormously strong, and the ring of metal on metal never stopped.

But Yili Ahan was starting to feel the strain.

Feng Qizheng's style was fierce, overpowering and razor sharp.

Yili Ahan could match Feng Qizheng's strength, but his fighting skill fell well short.

Feng Qizheng's blade chopped down onto the mace and swept along it, nearly flicking Yili Ahan's weapon out of his hands.

Then Feng Qizheng leaped high out of the saddle and brought down a chop fit to split Mount Hua. (TL Note: 力劈華山, "splitting Mount Hua with brute force" — the name of a classic overhead chop in Chinese martial arts. Mount Hua is one of China's great sacred mountains, famous for its sheer cliffs.)

Yili Ahan raised his mace to block.

Clang!!!

The force of that blow was more than even Yili Ahan's warhorse could take. Horse and rider went down.

The King of the Left Court went pale.

Yili Ahan's legs were pinned under his fallen horse.

Feng Qizheng's blade was already coming down.

Yili Ahan really was formidable. He couldn't pull his legs free in time, but he got the mace up with both arms and stopped Feng Qizheng's blow.

Feng Qizheng laughed coldly and bore down with both arms.

Yili Ahan's arms, braced straight, began to bend. The edge of the modao sank inch by inch. Once it came down, Yili Ahan's head would part company with his shoulders.

Feng Qizheng roared. The veins stood out at his temples, and every sinew on the backs of his hands bulged.

Thunk!

The modao came down, the head rolled, and blood spattered three feet!

Yili Ahan, that fearsome warrior, had lost in the end, beheaded by Feng Qizheng.

A ripple of alarm ran through the Tuoluo army.

Yili Ahan had actually lost, and lost his head with it.

The King of the Left Court glared until his eyes looked ready to split. Yili Ahan was the foremost warrior he had!

The Great Xuan's soldiers, on the other hand, were fired up, their…