"This person's story!?"
Yuan looked at Fang Chang's retreating figure in confusion, unable to understand what kind of story a savage like him could have.
"Those days are gone with the wind!"
Tang Chuan sighed again. "Compared to us outsiders, he was the one caught up in the great struggle. Qin Feng was able to unify the world and establish Great Qin because Fang Chang was undoubtedly his greatest contributor."
"He's that amazing?!"
Yuan couldn't help exclaiming, his face full of disbelief.
But a moment later, excitement surged through him. If they could get such a fierce fighter to help them, what could stop them from overthrowing the tyrant Qin and avenging the Lin family!?
"He's impressive, all right, but is he still the Fang Chang he used to be!?"
Tang Chuan murmured to himself.
Though the name Six Emperors Play had been all the rage a few years ago, once the six imperial seats had found their owners, Fang Chang had lost his value.
Especially after the battle just now—Fang Chang was completely finished.
He was no longer the Demon Emperor of old, who could slaughter the masses and roam the Ancient Wasteland with nothing but two watermelon knives.
"Still, we should give it a try!"
Tang Chuan had no intention of trying a seventh flavor. Instead, he thought Fang Chang might still be salvageable.
Though he was now filled with fear, he still had all his strength. If they could stir up his anger toward Qin Feng, he might make a triumphant return.
"Qin Feng, just you wait!"
Tang Chuan raised a hand to stroke his lost Xiao Wu and said with a fierce look, "One day, when the dragon finds water, I'll make the rivers flow backward!!"
Rumble!!
Lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, and rain came