Whoosh!
Chen Jiulang's robes snapped in the wind. Holding the Hooked Sickle Spear, he caught the eaves with one hand and vaulted onto the roof ridge of the Ding Sheng Building.
As soon as he landed, several figures swooshed up beside him. The Herlian Brothers, Iron Ao, Cui Hao, and the others arrived as well, taking positions around him. Their footing steady on the glazed tiles, they closed in with weapons in hand.
Chen Jiulang raised the Hooked Sickle Spear and let out a thunderous roar: "Hong Yuan is here! Anyone with the ability can come claim these hundred thousand taels of silver. The Canal Gang won't take a single coin!"
Chen Jiulang unleashed his blood and qi in that roar. His voice rolled like towering waves, echoing up and down the long street.
In an instant, the already clamorous marketplace grew even more heated. A savage gleam entered the eyes of many martial artists, who were itching to try their luck.
At a nearby tavern.
A handsome youth in a brocade robe leaned out of a window and looked toward the Ding Sheng Building. The glazed tiles gleamed in the light, and he could make out only a few figures confronting one another on the high roof ridge.
The youth stared blankly. He had never expected the "Divine Spear" they had just been discussing to appear before everyone so soon.
Hurried footsteps rang out along the bluestone street as numerous fierce-looking martial artists raced over, sabers and swords at their sides.
Helian Tao struck first!
Without exchanging a word, Helian Feng and Helian Hai instantly coordinated with him. An iron staff and two heavy sabers wove a meat-grinding net that bore down on Hong Yuan.
On the other side, Iron Ao swept out a leg. Amid a furious clatter,