"Brother Jiang Yan, you'd better be careful this time!"
Uncle Huang moved closer, keeping a wary eye on the man before them as he explained who he was:
"This man is no ordinary opponent. His strength is extraordinary, and his depths are unfathomable. You may never have seen him or met him, but you've surely heard his name—Zong Yingyunting. He's the one who committed the treasonous crime of usurping the title of governor. He's the Sin Lord's top lackey!
"He's incredibly strong. We secretly organized people several times to kill him and slap the Sin Lord in the face, but we never succeeded. Instead, we tried to steal a chicken and ended up losing the rice used to lure it, sacrificing many of our elite fighters."
Uncle Huang laid out everything he knew about Zong Yingyunting, making no effort to hide his wariness of—and hatred for—the man.
Lately, the Nanyan Army had been having a miserable time. The Sin Lord was certainly the one to blame, but Zong Yingyunting was the one carrying out his orders. If they could kill him, Nanyan City would surely descend into chaos for a while, giving Uncle Huang and the others a chance to catch their breath.
But Zong Yingyunting's martial cultivation was too high. Their attempts had all ended in failure.
"Oh? So it's this man..."
With Uncle Huang's reminder, Jiang Yan immediately recognized the man before him: a general of the Ninglu Army, the new governor, a true heavyweight in Nanyan City, and a peak Extreme-Realm martial artist.
Every one of those identities was formidable. Compared with him, Jiang Yan was naturally far outmatched.
But even so, Zong Yingyunting still had to die.
Today, every enemy who had come to Moon Creek Valley at this moment would die, no matter who they