He was an immensely tall and imposing Daoist, with a gourd hanging at his waist and an iron sword strapped across his back.
He moved through the forest as though treading upon branches and leaves.
Yet upon closer inspection, one would discover that he did not step on anything to borrow momentum, but instead shot almost straight toward the official road.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, he arrived on the official road.
The air currents surged, as though a great roc spreading its wings had descended from the heavens.
The chief escort who had been beating and berating the young escort only felt the sky above him darken. Before he could look up, an overwhelming force crashed down upon his head.
Pfft!
It was a horrifying sight.
Amid the spray of dark-red blood, the chief escort's entire head was pressed straight into his body by a single palm.
The several escorts who had not stepped forward saw this terrifying scene and immediately had their legs trembling. Once they came to their senses, they were so frightened by the ghastly sight that they collapsed to the ground.
The laborers being escorted fared no better, each one pale with terror.
"I am Jiang Cheng, disciple of the Taiping Dao Master."
This tall, burly Daoist was Jiang Lin's disciple. After slapping the chief escort to death, he spoke in a deep, thunderous voice.
His voice carried a strange power. As it spread, it instantly soothed the panic in everyone's hearts.
Taiping Dao?
But wasn't the master of the Taiping Dao the current Emperor?
For a moment, neither the escorts nor the laborers being transported could make sense of what was happening.
"The court is now muddleheaded and corrupt. That foolish ruler has stolen the credit of our Taiping Dao, yet he