"Young Master, go! I'll hold them off."
A thunderous shout rang out.
On the third floor of Bird Viewing Pavilion, a burly, bear-like fat man leaped into the middle of the street with a resounding thud.
His physique was powerful, and he jumped far... When he landed, it was like a thousand-pound weight crashing down, sending shattered stones spraying across the street.
A crimson-gold bronze staff lay across his chest, like a horse leaping to bar a mountain pass. His aura was deep and mighty, impossible to ignore.
Zhao Xingwu nearly burst into tears. Sitting atop the carriage, he hurriedly turned back for a glance, his face flushed red. "Good, good! Master Huang is truly loyal and righteous. I, Zhao Er, will remember this. If we survive this calamity, I shall reward you handsomely and treat you as an honored guest. Your family will be my family..."
For a moment, he was so stirred that he could barely speak coherently.
This man was not entirely worthless.
He still understood how to win people's hearts with favor and righteousness.
At this moment, the promises he painted were both huge and round.
The main reason was that the killing intent of that monkey-faced, black-robed swordsman downstairs had terrified him.
The other man killed people like mowing grass, never needing a second strike.
Whether they were constables representing the authority of the Mingyang government, disciples of the Eastern Sea Sword Sect representing a powerful force of the martial world, or even the aged physician who usually treated illnesses and saved lives...
He simply raised his sword and killed them, without the slightest hesitation.
The icy chill radiating from that monkey-face mask made one thing clear: this sort of person feared nothing and would never show mercy merely because of Zhao Xingwu's identity.
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