“So it turns out that Brother Zhao is the 88th Hidden Dragon!” said the burly man, Wan Dongliu, with a smile. “I wonder where Brother Zhao is headed? There is no greater way of meeting than a chance encounter. Our main headquarters is just up ahead in Yangzhou. How about going to the city for a drink?”0

“Please do wait a moment, Brother Wan, I’ve got some questions to ask,” Zhao Changhe dismounted the horse and grabbed the slim man. “What is this ‘Bloodthirsty Asura’ thing all about?”0

Wan Dongliu: “...”0

The slim man’s leg was broken and he was writhing in pain. It had been completely out of his expectations that Zhao Changhe would be so concerned about this matter and suddenly grab him. Grimacing from the pain, he said, “Aren’t you known for practicing the Vicious Blood Art and the Vicious Blood Saber Art? People say that when you start hacking at someone, your eyes turn red, and you also have a move that looks like you’re devouring your target. With your broad saber, you dismember the bodies of those who oppose you… If you’re not bloodthirsty, then who is?”0

“...Let’s forget about the bloodthirsty...0