"Granduncle!" Liaochen roared as they drew near, for he saw that his martial granduncle Kongcheng was already in danger.
Huang Xiao looked, and sure enough, there were only three people in the Shaolin party. Two were about Kongming's age and were presumably also masters of the Kong generation. The other was about Liaochen's age, and Huang Xiao knew him too. He was Liaochen's junior brother Liaoping, the one who had come looking for Liaochen at the Elegant Abode.
The three were now besieged by a group of men, though Shaolin was not their only target. Hu'ao Valley had already become one vast melee.
Seeing Liaochen charge into the fighting, Huang Xiao and the other two followed close behind. Whatever else, they would certainly help the righteous side.
"Where did this little bald donkey come from? You're courting death!" A burly man with a vicious, fleshy face and a large cleaver stepped forward to meet Liaochen's charge.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, your thirst for killing is too great!" Liaochen's expression turned cold. These men were the culprits who had struck from the shadows, wounding and poisoning his martial uncle Kongming. Meeting them again now, his eyes burned all the redder at the sight of his enemies. Though the monks of Shaolin Temple held compassion in their hearts, that did not mean they never killed. After all, Shaolin Temple was a major sect in the Jianghu, and taking part in its conflicts was only natural. Countless people of the Jianghu had died at their hands, though most had belonged to the Demonic Sects.
Thus, Liaochen already harbored killing intent toward these men. Whether for the attack on his martial uncle Kongming or the massacres of the Six Great Gates, he would not let this group escape.
"That man's courting death!" Hong Yi said with