“Time to go, Qingge.” 0

After Chu Hao was gone, Hong Jianglong beckoned Chu Qingge to follow him and turned toward the city. He was just about to take off when suddenly, Zhou Hengshan blocked his way and declared, “You can’t leave yet.”0

“Zhou Hengshan, you’re really starting to piss me off.” A storm came over Hong Jianglong’s face. “Do you actually think I won’t beat the shit out of you?”0

“Of course you would,” Zhou Hengshan replied neutrally, but it was clear from the fact that he was still holding the Slaughterer of Ten Thousand that he had no intentions of moving out of the way. “But please wait.”0

“Fatty, oh fatty…” Hong Jianglong dragged out his voice like someone dragging a sword across the floor. It was chilling to say the least.0

Clop clop clop!0

It was at this moment the sound of hooves came from the distance. Soon, the Hengshan Army appeared from the horizon with swords and sabers, grim-faced and just about ready for anything.0

Two people were leading the army. The one to the left was a stern, gritty-looking...0