Ding Ling had barely left the city, traveling less than five hundred meters, when a group of people blocked his way.
The leader was none other than Liu Ji.
His face was somewhat pale, and he was panting heavily. Clearly, he had hurried over, running until he was out of breath.
There were roughly thirty-five or thirty-six people behind him.
The five or six men standing directly behind Liu Ji were either heroic and spirited, tall and powerfully built, or lean and handsome... yet every one of them was extraordinary.
At this moment, all of them were staring intently at Ding Ling, looking ready to attack at the slightest disagreement.
Liu Ji pressed his left hand against his longsword, pointed at Ding Ling with his right, curled up the corner of his mouth, and shouted:
"Hey, you with the surname Ding! Get off your horse right now!"
"..."
Ding Ling was speechless. Had he really been pestered by this rogue Liu Bang?
When he had watched the Myth television series, he had already felt that Liu Bang was a thoroughly shameless and scheming man!
Yi Xiaochuan had treated him with such sincerity, yet Liu Bang had deceived him several times, even causing Gao Yao to suffer misfortune and enter the palace as a eunuch.
Gao Yao had simply trusted the wrong person.
Yi Xiaochuan, meanwhile, had brought it upon himself with his Holy Mother mentality.
Ding Ling knew that this was the world of the Myth television series, so he naturally had some understanding of what kind of person Liu Bang was. But after witnessing it face-to-face, he still could not help frowning as he said flatly:
"Liu Bang, clear the way!"
Brief and to the point.
An air of disdain spread from him.
Liu Bang stared wide-eyed, suspecting that