The Battle of Chaoli (Nine) [Monthly Tickets Requested]

Shao Chong was about to ask who Athena was and what kind of military office a Golden Saint held when a golden streak of light, trailing a long tail, appeared on the battlefield. The first golden battle-axe was caught by that figure, but the blow that followed made him stagger.

Shen Tang pursed her lips. "The Saint's here."

The newcomer wore a suit of golden armor so dazzling it could blind you.

There was only one word for the look from head to toe—

[Posh]!

Even Shen Tang, who was buried in debt, wanted to climb up and pry off a couple of pieces.

"Lord Shen, this subordinate is late."

Chu Jie's tone was as calm as if he were commenting on the fine weather.

"Shall I deal with him?"

Chu Jie—Golden Saint—had no idea what nickname Shen Tang had given him. He only furrowed his sword-like brows; at a glance, he could tell the avatar before him belonged to a formidable original. Still, with the original absent, taking down an avatar shouldn't be much trouble...

Shen Tang wiped the blood running down her forehead. It was sticky and thick, trickling so slowly that it made her skin crawl, like a caterpillar crawling over her. "You are a bit late. If you'd come earlier, the three of us could've fought Jiang Ao together, and you'd have gotten credit for his head too. Still, you're not too late. Zheng Qiao left us a Sixteenth Rank Grand Shang Zao over there."

Chu Jie knew Zheng Qiao's forces were lavishly staffed. That Sixteenth Rank Grand Shang Zao was the reason Zheng Qiao could act with impunity. No matter how many uprisings and rebellions broke out across the land, overwhelming strength could always crush them. But Chu Jie hadn't expected Zheng Qiao to reveal