In a secluded alley on the west side of the city, night lay heavy.
A figure came riding the wind and landed on the bluestone road.
Yang Xiao stood in the alley and swept his gaze around. He caught a familiar scent in the air. It seemed to be Zhou Zheng's.
The distress signal from the Qi-Gathering Bottle had ended here, but there were few signs of a fight.
Had I come too late?
He was about to leave when he sensed several mingled currents of Demonic Qi slowly closing in from the shadows.
A moment later—
"Deputy General..."
A weak voice came from the alley.
Footsteps sounded, and a figure staggered out.
The man was covered in blood. His dark fighting clothes had been torn in several places, exposing skin riddled with wounds. He could barely walk steadily.
Yang Xiao turned and looked at him.
He was a man dressed as a Deputy General, around thirty years old. His hair hung loose, partly hiding his face.
"Deputy General..."
The man raised his head and gave a weak smile.
"Demons were hunting me... Luckily, several Deputy Generals came to my aid and went after them..."
He held out a hand to Yang Xiao.
"Please come with me at once, Deputy General..."
Yang Xiao looked at the outstretched hand and walked toward him.
Delight flashed in the man's eyes, and he reached a little farther forward.
"This way, Deputy General..."
Yang Xiao stepped up to him and took his hand.
The man's smile widened.
At that instant, Yang Xiao's other hand shot up!
A Rising Dragon Fist surged from below with tremendous force, smashing into the man's jaw!
The man tried to retreat, but Yang Xiao had already seized his hand. He could not break free!
The fist punched through his