A vicious battle on the river had gone unwitnessed by any players, so news of Xiong Ba being attacked naturally could not spread.
Yet someone had watched the battle from afar. He had long hair, black on the left and red on the right, wore a flaming red battle robe, and beneath it was clad in dark metal armor as gray-black as night.
Compared to the attire from some unknown dynasty that he had worn when meeting Xiong Ba before, this outfit made him resemble a mighty general. He was none other than the God General.
Why had the God General appeared here? Why had he watched Xiong Ba being attacked from across the river as though watching a fire from the opposite bank, without lifting a finger?
Could it be that the one who had plotted to lure Demon Master Pang Ban into dealing with Xiong Ba was truly that god within Sou Shen Gong?
Just then, a sudden explosion rang out across the river.
Two small boats burst apart. Several figures flashed across the river's surface, skimming waves and stepping on water as they exchanged blows. One figure flipped through the air, suddenly thrusting out a palm that raised towering waves to batter the others. Then he shot backward into the surging river and swiftly vanished with the current.
The God General frowned slightly, then a sneer appeared on his face.
He had anticipated this outcome long ago.
If Xiong Ba could be killed so easily, he would not have lived until now, nor would the god have valued him so highly.
But his intention had never been to kill Xiong Ba, and Demon Master Pang Ban was not foolish enough to willingly be used in such a manner.
The present situation had already achieved its purpose. Xiong