Yang Ge pursued the glittering, black-robed old monk into the distance.
Bright Summit stood deserted, leaving only white clouds drifting through a thousand years of emptiness...
No one knew how much time passed before Tang Xiong, clothes shredded and hair disheveled, climbed back onto Bright Summit, one hand supporting his old back and the other shouldering the Bright Silver Spear as he groaned, "Ow, ow." Impaled on his spear was a hideous severed head, its eyes still wide in death!
"Huh..."
He stared at the empty summit in shock, then raged helplessly, "Where is everyone? I slaughtered Yang Potian, so where the hell are you all?"
As the saying went, returning nowhere with your newfound riches was like wearing splendid silk through the night!
He had lived in seclusion for sixty years, then come out as a veteran general to take command and spear Yang Potian, the Martial World's hottest rising star-such a glorious feat, and there wasn't even an audience?
If he could swallow this, what couldn't he swallow?
Just as Tang Xiong was about to vent his fury with three great shouts, a fiery red streak of sword qi shot onto Bright Summit, and someone bellowed from midair, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
Tang Xiong looked toward the newcomer and was about to answer when another burly figure, man and spear moving as one, raced up the rugged mountain path. "Where is he? Boss Yang, have you seen Second Brother?"
Tang Xiong glanced left, then right, and suddenly brightened. Throwing back his head and puffing out his chest, he declared, "You lads there, stand steady and listen well! I am Tang Xiong, courtesy name Bohu, Duke of Xin of the present dynasty and vanguard general of Emperor Great Ancestor's three campaigns against the Northern Desert!