People act according to their own class and stance.
They cannot understand each other.
This time, the Assassins had been unleashed.
Everyone he battered flying away had their chest caved in, vomited three bowls of blood and died, wretched and miserable, while behind him the Dragon Colt drawing the carriage kept close on his heels.
Carve out a bloody path!
The Wen family's old ancestor's expression shifted: "What a technique, what vicious ruthlessness!"
"Ji Yanzhong, I'll be your opponent. The rest of you, protect the Red Emperor's princess well."
"Bring her back, safe and sound!"
They were Grandmasters all the same, and with numbers on their side, they forced Ji Yanzhong to slow down.
A misty celestial crane Dharma Form appeared and clashed with Ji Yanzhong. Ji Yanzhong fought like a man with no thought of life or death, suppressing this old rival whose strength had once been almost equal to his own, but the other side had far too many people.
