"...Here are fifty taels in silver notes. I must trouble you, young hero, to ride as fast as you can to Mount Hua and tell Sect Leader Zong that Feng Qi's Martial Arts surpass mine in every way. Don't waste words with him. Gather all of Mount Hua's strength and kill him outright. There's no need to observe the martial world's rules when dealing with a Heavenly Demon."
"Once Wang San opens his mouth, he fills people with terror. By no means let him speak."
"Feng Qi has a technique that makes his attacks from behind exceptionally fast. Remember to keep facing him at all times. Have Mount Hua's disciples form an iron-barrel formation for defense."
"Just go. Don't worry about Feng Qi and the others behind us. The Peacekeeping Gang upholds peace, justice, fairness, and freedom. Killing people without cause would damage their reputation."
"I must trouble you, young hero, to make a trip to Mount Tai and ask Sect Leader Wan to prepare early. If Mount Hua falls, Feng Qi's next targets will be Mount Tai and Mount Emei. Have him contact the experts of both sects in advance..."
Along the way.
Tong Shihong, his face bruised and swollen, rode ahead of Dug and the other two. Whenever he encountered someone suitable, he sent them to deliver messages to the various sects, utterly unconcerned about the three men following behind him.
"Seventh Brother, haven't we given this old bastard too much face? He's tipping off the enemy right in front of us." After Feng Zhong's letters took effect, his strength had risen to third place in the Simulation Arena rankings. Surpassing Wang San was just around the corner, and he felt refreshed and sharp-eyed.
Having tasted the benefits, he became even more diligent. Other than fiddling with