Had they all arrived?
Wang Xian gazed at Yun Yuhong, her white robes fluttering like a celestial maiden's. He tried to connect her with Long Qingmei, only to realize that this woman was even more bewitching than Long Qingmei.
If I cut off your head in a moment, will that woman Long Qingmei come after me for a fight?
Luckily, no one from the Qingzhou Tang Clan had come.
Otherwise, he would have had another tangled mess with Tang Shisan and Tang Qingyu.
Just as he was cursing inwardly and about to take a step forward,
the imperial guards parted again. A short, stooped old man with grizzled hair stepped out. Like Wang Xian, he wore coarse hemp clothes.
The old man looked displeased and grumbled, "Heroes from all under heaven have gathered at Jinling Crossing. How can the Golden Hook Gambling House be absent? I am Long Taiyun, and I've come to teach the Beast City's swordsmanship!"
Wang Xian flew into a rage at his words. I've even killed Wang Duoyu. Do you think I'd care about killing one more?
But the old man stepped forward and leveled his sword, striking a pose as if he would cleave open heaven and earth.
In the blink of an eye, he seemed to transform into a spirit sword about to leap from its scabbard and slay an enemy.
The old man said solemnly, "Since you regard all the heroes under heaven as ants, there's no need for us to observe any rules. Come on, all of us will attack together. Let's see what this baffling Beast City is, anyway!"
"Fool!"
Wang Xian shook his head and gave a cold scoff. "Any cultivator from Beast City could make heaven and earth change color! Even immortals would kneel and kowtow. I told you,