"Yes. The Myriad Dynasty War is about to begin, and all the pressure rests on the Young Master alone. It truly breaks my heart." Hei Meier looked at Xiao Chen, her expression tender.
Naturally, she had long since heard of the Myriad Dynasty War.
Great Xia had a ninety-nine percent chance of finishing last.
Once Great Xia fell in defeat.
Half its territory would be carved up by the other dynasties.
Billions of its people would be reduced to slaves.
When that time came.
Who knew how many mountains and rivers would be stained with blood.
How many families would be torn apart.
Qing Yumei and Jin Xian'er fell silent.
Even Jin Xian'er, cold-hearted by nature.
Had eyes that trembled unceasingly.
If they lost the Myriad Dynasty War.
The consequences would be far too terrifying.
"Chen-di."
"Big Brother."
Just then, Xu Potian and Thunderstorm came out of the city with a group of Blade and Sword Brotherhood members.
All of them were stained with blood. Even through their bandages, blood kept seeping out.
Several had lost limbs.
Missing hands, missing feet, blinded eyes.
They needed their companions to support them.
Just to walk with difficulty.
They had heard Xiao Chen's anguished roar and rushed over at once.
"Heaven Brother, Rat Brother, brothers!" Xiao Chen reined in his grief and greeted them.
"That head... you even killed Nie Qingfeng?" Xu Potian was utterly shocked when he saw the head lying beside Xiao Chen's feet.
He had originally thought Xiao Chen would, at most, kill Qin Chuan.
He had never imagined.
That Xiao Chen would kill even the master of the Martial Hall!
Thunderstorm and the other Blade and Sword Brotherhood members also froze where they stood.
In Great Xia, the Martial Hall.
Was like a peerless, vicious beast.
A true behemoth.