The chairman of Stability Province was fairly strong.
Jiang Changkong had needed to use seventy percent of his Star Power to knock him unconscious.
Now that all three of his martial arts had reached perfection, he could beat the man down with ease.
That chairman's defensive ability was far stronger than the few Star Spirits Jiang Changkong had encountered.
He took the Star Stone but did not kill anyone.
Night had fallen, and a bright moon hung high in the sky. Jiang Changkong traveled beneath the moonlight, avoided the other three, and descended the small hill.
He sped away at full speed. Along the way, he saw quite a few people rushing toward the hill, clearly after the Star Guiding Stone as well.
With the Star Guiding Stone in hand, Jiang Changkong had no intention of lingering and headed straight for Peace City.
By the following evening, Jiang Changkong stood atop a clump of weeds. Star Power circulated through him, making him as light as a swallow.
Peace City lay ahead. He could already make out the outline of its walls.
Not far away, a group of martial artists caught his attention.
These martial artists were quite peculiar. Silver rings were fastened around their wrists and ankles, and they moved as though mountains rested on their backs.
They walked slowly, panting heavily.
Several middle-aged men stood nearby, watching them sternly without saying a word.
Curious, Jiang Changkong could not help walking over.
He came to the side of a young man in his twenties, who was nearly collapsing from exhaustion, and asked, "What are you doing?"
The young man panted fiercely. He merely glanced at him and ignored him.
"Don't disturb him. Talking wastes stamina," one of the middle-aged men said.
"Oh, I was just curious." Jiang Changkong gave the