Amid the slaughter in the streets and alleys, a hulking figure suddenly crashed to the ground.
Everyone looked over and saw a burly, fat man holding a stone club, his face ferocious.
"An Lushan, you actually launched a sneak attack?" Cowherd snapped at the fat man. "Aren't you afraid Sister Meng will hold you accountable?"
"A sneak attack?" An Lushan sneered. "Your men came over brimming with murderous intent. My men just happened to be shopping around you and attacked at the same time. How is that a sneak attack?"
"Ridiculous. You think these petty tricks can bring us down?"
Cowherd walked forward, taking off his mink coat. "Today, we settle our old scores and our new ones together. I still remember every detail of how you injured Chaotic Child, stabbed Mourning Ghost's eyes blind, and seized three of my shops. Don't expect me to show you any mercy."
"What a joke. You're a mongrel who only just became a High Immortal. How dare you bark at a True Immortal like me?"
Stone club in hand, An Lushan strode toward Cowherd.
Both men roared and crashed into each other, fighting viciously.
"Weaver Girl, aren't you going to help Cowherd?" Watching the battle in the distance, Du Yu turned to ask her. "That An Lushan looks stronger than him."
Weaver Girl's two choppers were already covered in blood, her expression icy. "Cowherd hasn't asked, so I won't intervene. This is a battle he has to face as a man."
Du Yu watched Cowherd with concern. Sure enough, neither his cultivation nor his physique could match An Lushan's, and he was soon wounded. Yet Cowherd carried a unique presence. Though he was knocked down again and again, he never showed a trace of fear.
"Cowherd, you brought all these men here. Let's