On Vermilion Bird Avenue.
In the Daqian Capital City, more and more defender armies and Four Departments Imperial Guard gathered in this place, encircling the fat old man, Yuan Qingmo, and the others, leaving no gaps.
The fat old man, relying on the power of a Grandmaster and supreme lightweight skills, was invincible, unmatched by anyone.
He could easily leave the capital if he wished.
But behind him were Yuan Qingmo, Yuan Qingmu, Mei Yingxue, and hundreds of others.
Leaving on his own is one thing, but trying to break out of the capital with a group of people is an entirely different matter.
Even though the fat old man had the power of a Grandmaster, he still only had two fists.
Meanwhile, the number of defender armies in the capital kept increasing, seemingly endless and unslayable.
Besides the fat old man, Yuan Qingmo and others gradually couldn't hold out.
As time passed, people began to get injured.
