C113 (2/2)

At the same time, Zhou Xinmin formed fists into claws, and wherever it passed, the enemies that charged at him would scream miserably. His claws were grabbed by the enemy's neck, and with a clear sound, the enemy's throat was gently crushed or his arms were broken.

He stood in the middle of the enemy like an outstanding assassin. He had already killed countless people. There was no fear on his face from the first time he had killed someone. Instead, his eyes were filled with passion and ruthlessness.

He seemed to have found the stage where he could unleash his passion. He was striking these opponents that could not withstand a single blow. Perhaps Zhang Jun had already calculated the opponent's weakness just to let him practice killing. He wanted him to become his own person, so that he wouldn't need to worry about the future.

He was like a drunk drunk drunk, swaying from side to side among the sabers, but no one hurt him. Those people with sabers in their hands, on the other hand, often lost the target in front of them when they attacked him, and then they would cut their own people with their own sabers.

The battle lance in his hand was still there. From time to time, he would wipe off the bloodstains on the battle lance, as if he was afraid that someone else's blood would dirty his battle lance. He wasn't fighting to the death, he was playing life. The high-spirited gang members in An Qing City immediately lost their will to fight under the deterrence of the four men. At this moment, the brothers of the Chinese Sect who had yet to make a move pulled out their sabers from their waists and rushed towards the chaotic crowd.

A group of hungry wolves rushed into the flock of sheep. They slaughtered those who didn't seem to resist at all without showing any mercy. The river wind blew past, and finally, they smelled the smell of blood. The smell of blood drifted through the hazy river, and miserable screams filled the entire river bank. A massacre was taking place in the mortal world.

Although there were a lot of people, there weren't many who were able to fight against the people of the Chinese Sect. Those gang leaders seemed to be too weak to withstand a single blow, and it was unknown whether it was because their boss had forgotten about the fight or what, but none of them were able to fight against anyone from the Chinese Sect.

Wang Yadong, on the other hand, was a good fighter. He fought the most fiercely against Zhang Fei. Even after battling for over ten minutes, Zhang Fei was still unable to take him down. He could be considered a very strong person.

Many of the injured had already escaped, but the only place they could escape to was the vast Yangtze River. 'Splash! Splash!' The sound of the river could be heard from time to time. Some of the injured were even kicked into the river after being killed.

In the Shadow Headquarters, Lu Changfeng, Lu Changfeng's son, Lu Xiaofeng, along with Gao Jun, Xie Zhiqiang, and Mo Xing stared fixedly at the eight to nine inch long blood-colored war letter on the desk.

This was what Lu Changfeng had discovered when he came in at night. It had been quietly placed there ever since he had discovered it.

After a long while, he saw Xie Zhiqiang frowning and said, ”This should be the symbol of the Chinese Sect. I wonder if this is considered a written challenge?”

Lu Changfeng snorted coldly, ”Give the order to the brothers below. Just don't get caught unprepared by their attacks. I don't believe that he will be that powerful in An Qing.”

Mo Xing immediately nodded and said, ”This subordinate has already told us that no matter how powerful the Chinese Sect is, it would not be able to attack us. Even if they did come, they would not be able to return.”

Lu Changfeng nodded his head, only to see Gao Jun saying with some worry, ”We cannot underestimate any one of them. In fact, other than Zhang Fei from the Chinese Sect, they have two other more terrifying experts. They are even more terrifying than Zhang Fei.”

Lu Changfeng answered with an 'oh' and looked at him, ”You've seen them before?”

Gao Jun nodded. ”That's right, they killed my father …” Furthermore, I am not their match at all. ” Gao Jun's eyes dimmed, his tone downcast.

Lu Changfeng thoughtfully nodded his head and said, ”Just as you said, they are indeed a terrifying opponent …”

Mo Xing coldly snorted and said, ”Not necessarily, we are no match for him. I think Brother Gao is being overly worried.”

Gao Jun frowned and ignored him. He looked at Lu Changfeng who had an uncertain expression and said, ”The last time we met, I did not have the chance to draw my saber in front of him.”