Ji Chao Borrows a Sword to Slay the Taotie, Then Turns Back to Compose a Poem Bidding Farewell to the Two Xiangs

Wen Ju watched Ji Chao dash out with the clockwork bronze sword. He reached out as if to grab Ji Chao and say something, but saw that he was still clutching the bird automaton, Wayfinder. He could only stuff Wayfinder into his bag first. After glancing at the crowd of nonhumans and hesitating twice, he finally ran after him.

If I die, then I die! But Lord Xiang can't die like this!

And Lord Xiang's condition was definitely wrong. Why—why did he look so old!?

His eyes were filled with anxiety. All he wanted was to catch up and drag Ji Chao back.

Xiang Yu and Xiang An had already begun a slaughter amid the nonhumans.

Mountain spirits, Aoyin, Chisel-Toothed People. Nearly every type of nonhuman could be seen there, their bizarre appearances savage and grotesque. They came in swarms, their bloody aura soaring to the heavens. An ordinary person standing here would likely have been scared out of their wits.

But Xiang Yu and Xiang An were having the time of their lives. Xiang An in particular laughed heartily as he swung the massive spear nearly twenty feet long, charging in and out of the horde of nonhuman monsters several times as he slaughtered them.

As the elder brother, Xiang Yu showed no weakness either. The clockwork halberd was incomparably heavy; any nonhuman grazed by it was injured, and any struck by it died. Not a single monster could get close to him.

Ji Chao also controlled the bronze sword as it swooped up and down, plunging into the horde of nonhumans. Combined with his spells, he too seemed invincible against ten thousand foes. Only—

He was on guard against something.

He was on guard against something, yet he did not warn the Xiang brothers.

"Sir! Come back quickly!"