"...Here are fifty taels in banknotes. Sorry for the trouble, young hero, but please ride straight to Huashan and inform Sect Leader Zong: Feng Qi's martial arts are no weaker than mine. There's no need to waste words with him. Gather all of Huashan's forces and kill him on sight. There's no need to follow the rules of the martial world with the Heavenly Demon."
"Once Wang San opens his mouth, people will be gripped by fear. Under no circumstances let him speak."
"Feng Qi has a special technique. His attacks from behind are incredibly fast. Remember to keep facing him at all times. Huashan's disciples can form an iron-barrel formation for defense."
"Just go. Don't worry about Feng Qi and the others behind us. The Peacekeeping Gang upholds peace, righteousness, justice, and freedom. Killing people without cause would ruin their reputation."
"Please head to Taishan and ask Sect Leader Wan to make preparations. If Huashan falls, Feng Qi's next targets will be Taishan and Emei. Tell him to contact the experts from both sects in advance..."
On the road.
Tong Shihong, his face bruised and swollen, rode ahead of Du Ge and the others. Whenever he came across someone suitable, he sent them to the various sects with his message, completely unconcerned about Du Ge and the others trailing behind him.
"Seventh Brother, aren't we letting the old geezer get away with too much? He's tipping off the enemy without even bothering to hide it." After Feng Zhong's letter had paid off, he had risen to third place in the Simulation Field rankings. He was now poised to overtake Wang San, and felt refreshed and sharp-eyed.
Having tasted success, he had become even more diligent. Aside from his daily habit of fiddling with cat ears, Feng Zhong now