Completely disregarding the invading armies of Qiao Country, Zhang Yang landed here with extreme flamboyance.
As the rolling Soldier Slayer dispersed, the massive scar on his face became visible.
He crouched slightly, reached out to examine the headless corpse on the ground, and from the dispersion of power traces, confirmed that this was indeed the target of the journey.
"Yang Chongzu is already dead," he mumbled. "How do I prove this to Xiao Shu?"
As for who killed him, he didn't care.
After thinking for a moment, he stood up again and waved to several cautious Qiao Country cultivators who approached, "Hey! I'm calling you! Come and identify the person!"
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One, two, three.
The cavalry in black helmets and armor, each wielding long spears, rode into view.
Soon came a vast and overwhelming horde, rumbling and roaring, rolling like dark clouds over the high heavens, pressing down to the human world!
