Something was wrong. This was very wrong.
Why the hell were Qin Shubao and Cheng Yaojin facing off against each other? Whether in official history or in novels, these two brothers had known each other since childhood and were as close as limbs.
Were they putting on an act?
It sure didn't look like it. The two men fighting were genuinely going for the kill. Never mind their expressions—their moves held nothing back, every strike aimed at a vital spot.
Cold sweat trickled down Li Su's forehead as he raced down the mountain, swiftly putting distance between himself and the battlefield.
He had seen enough of this great battle.
There were too many problems. He clearly knew all these people, yet seeing them together had left him utterly baffled.
Though the silver-spear general had not revealed his name, Li Su had several guesses. During the Sui and Tang era, there were few who wielded a spear so well, with spear techniques so damned flamboyant that they seemed a match for Zhao Zilong's. There was an eighty percent chance he was Luo Cheng—or perhaps Luo Shixin. Luo Cheng did not exist in official history; he had largely been split off from Luo Shixin. As for what the situation was in Journey to the West, that was hard to say.
Of course, it did not matter who the silver-spear general was. What mattered was what had just happened!
Was it because of Journey to the West? Had history in the mortal world consequently diverged?
But even if it had diverged, could it have diverged this drastically?
Moreover, ever since earlier, he had inexplicably felt his heart palpitate. He kept feeling that something was deeply wrong, as though he had overlooked something—but what exactly he had missed, he could not recall for the