An Lushan felt that something was off. He had sent several hundred of his men to seize West Street, and an hour or two had already passed. Why hadn't there been any word from them?
Could those several hundred men have occupied West Street and set themselves up as an independent faction?
He was already outnumbered here. If anything else went wrong, he would surely suffer a crushing defeat.
Moreover, the two helpers Cowherd had brought were astonishingly powerful. Despite his High Immortal cultivation, he couldn't fathom the depths of their strength. They seemed to be following some unwritten rule, however, and had never attacked him.
Just then, a man with both arms severed came stumbling over.
Seeing him, An Lushan immediately forced Cowherd back and hurried over to check on his subordinate.
"Brother Shan!" The man gritted his teeth, looking as though he didn't have long to live. "Our plan failed... Liu Ling was guarding West Street. He was terrifyingly strong. He killed hundreds of men in an instant, all by himself..."
"Liu Ling?!" An Lushan's eyes went wide. "Brother, are you lying to me? Liu Ling isn't even as well-known on this street as Zhi Er. How could he be that powerful?"
The man gave a bitter smile and spat out a great mouthful of blood. Looking at An Lushan, he said weakly, "Brother Shan, my soul is about to scatter into nothing. What would be the point of lying to you? He cut off both my hands. I didn't even have a chance to fight back..."
An Lushan suddenly felt that he had miscalculated. Had Cowherd been hiding his strength?
The brother in his arms twitched a few times, then went still.
An Lushan couldn't help wondering whether he would have any chance of winning if Liu