Chapter 863 – Winter’s Wild Spear and Tea (2/2)

What was the true target of those divine crossbows?

Several clouds drifted in the sky above the river, unable to block out the morning light, and certainly no harbinger of some storm.

But at this moment, some massive boom that could almost burst one's eardrums exploded in the sky, like a clap of summer thunder.

Countless crossbow bolts once more shot through the sky, vanishing somewhere. They were soon followed by ten-some bizarre and frightening sword glows flashing in the sky.

A cloud suddenly scattered and a howl pierced through the air.

The river suddenly fell into turmoil, turbid waves reaching for the sky. The forest on the opposite shore was suddenly blown about in a furious gale. Countless trees snapped, after which groans and screams rose from the forest.

Countless gouts of blood splattered out of the dense forest and fell on the river. Just like the Red Goose, they very quickly vanished from sight.

The chain spanning the river began to fiercely sway, incessantly clattering.

A pair of very tattered leather boots stepped on the chain.

No matter how fiercely the chains swayed, how swiftly the waters flowed, or how sharp those crossbow bolts and sword glows were, those tattered boots stood firmly on the chain.

A gale continued to howl over the river, blowing against the white sheet of paper, causing it to flap so loudly that not even the clattering of the chain could conceal it.

That person stood on the chain, his face masked in a white sheet of paper with several holes poked in it. In sum, it was a terrifying visage.

But compared to the past, the white paper on his face was missing a small section and was speckled with a few blackened bloodstains, most likely the marks left behind by some long-ago injury.

It was clear that he had suffered very serious wounds, and he had been chased so constantly ever since that he had not had a single moment to rest.

Any other person in these circumstances would be thinking about escape, or at least about conserving some strength.

But this person did not. He wielded his famous spear and blocked all the crossbow bolts, routed the sharp sword glows, and walked over to Fengyang City.

Countless gazes fell on his body and followed his footsteps, everyone silent and nervous.

This person shouted at the city, ”Where's daddy's tea! Who dares to touch it!”

All of Fengyang City was silent, not a single person daring to answer.

With a single shout, the entire city was silenced.

This person was truly completely unbridled.

He was truly worthy of being called Painted Armor Xiao Zhang1.

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Fengyang City's winter wild tea had gained fame through Xiao Zhang, but because of the Imperial Court's close pursuit, he had not attended Fengyang City's winter wild tea party for two years, and the city elders sent the box of tea they had promised him to the Prince of Xiang's estate. No one had expected him to appear this year, but, rather unfortunately, he did.

No one in the city knew how to respond.

The chain clattered as it swayed, the river waters crashed as they seethed. These were the only sounds.

Xiao Zhang walked down from the chain and stood on the soil of Fengyang City. He began to ascend the long flight of stone steps.

At the top of these stone steps was the Seven Treasures Stronghold.

At the highest point of the Seven Treasures Stronghold was the treasure pavilion.

Within the treasure pavilion was a box of tea.

Had he really come to take his tea?

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1.'Unbridled', '嚣张', shares the same pronunciation as '肖张', which is Xiao Zhang.