The great battle resumed.
On the battlefield, Zu Mao almost immediately charged toward Gu Chen.
"You brat, do you still remember me?"
He roared like thunder, swinging his long knife directly at Gu Chen's face.
But Gu Chen didn't panic in the slightest.
His silver spear danced in his hand, directly blocking the strike.
He looked at Zu Mao calmly, recognizing who he was, and then gave a faint smile: "Do you still remember what I said years ago, that the day I behead you..."
"I would carve 'A skeleton in the grave, foolishly shakes Mount Tai' on your tombstone?"
"It seems today, I must fulfill my vow."
These calm words instantly infuriated Zu Mao.
How could he have forgotten?
Gu Chen's words had never left his mind all these years.
If not for this, he wouldn't have always wanted to fight Gu Chen again.
"You brat, you seek death!"
He shouted again and charged, his knife skills still as sharp as in the past.
Years ago, this had indeed almost cost Gu Chen his life.
