"Oh, you’re talking about that?"
Yang Tiansheng had a sudden realization, then raised a finger leisurely and said, "First, our Sect Hierarch inquiring about Yang Ge’s strength doesn’t mean he plans to move against him. People at their level... you know, they like to have everything under control, understand everything thoroughly. The sudden emergence of Yang Ge, especially his invincible attitude ready to beat everyone who disagrees, certainly made them think of ways to figure out his true strength and prepare multiple contingency plans. Better safe than sorry!"
While speaking, he raised a second finger, "Second, I’ve known Yang Ge for many years and concluded one thing—never use the past to judge the current Yang Ge. Even Yang Ge from just three to five months ago might be vastly different from now... Just look at Yang Ge now, then look at me. Can you imagine, when I first met him, I was the one beating him down?"
"In summary, even if our Sect Hierarch truly intends to deal with Yang Ge, using those outdated strategies against him would only lead to a crushing defeat!"
"With mine and Yang Ge’s friendship, as long as our Sect Hierarch doesn’t go too far, the worst is a serious injury."
"Such a smart person, would he really bring me into such a trivial matter as investigating Yang Ge in Jinling without leaving himself a way out?"
"If he were that foolish, I might even end up taking the place of our Sect Hierarch..."
"So, what do I have to worry about?"
Xiang Wudi gaped, his pupils trembled as he stared at Yang Tiansheng, who had just declared the most rebellious words with the calmest demeanor, and he began to doubt his own life: ’Is this really Yang Tiansheng? Are these words really something I get to hear for free?’
Yang Tiansheng, seeing the expression in his eyes, felt secretly thrilled.
You never expected that, did you? I’ve been secretly cramming!
Before Xiang Wudi could speak again, a middle-aged man in coarse clothes, muscular and dark-skinned, carrying a thick-backed heavy cleaver, approached their dining table and sat down sternly, appearing formidable.
The two glanced casually at the newcomer. Xiang Wudi softly spoke, "Friend, are you perhaps sitting in the wrong spot?"
"I am not."
The man grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief, revealing his big yellow teeth in a fierce smile, as vicious as a beast just emerged from the deep woods, "’Overlord Spear’ Xiang Wudi, ’Sunrise Sword’ Yang Tiansheng, you guys were tough to find!"
The two exchanged looks, corners of their mouths revealing a hint of a smile.
Then, the slight smile gradually spread, their smiles splitting wider and their eyes narrowed to slits until they burst into roaring laughter.
"Hahaha..."
Both banged on the dining table, laughing harder and appearing more ferocious than the newcomer.
Not only Yang Ge had returned from Dongying.
It wasn’t just Yang Ge who had endured a tough time.
The newcomer’s long-held imposing aura was nearly shattered by their laughter; he slammed the table furiously and shouted, "What the hell are you laughing at!"
But the two continued laughing uncontrollably as if he wasn’t there.
"Shall I?"
Suddenly, both ceased laughing and said in unison.
As soon as the words fell, they both glared back, simultaneously and loudly, "Why should you come?"
The newcomer, completely infuriated by being treated like an utterly irrelevant person, his face twisted with rage, abruptly drew his blade and smashed the roof of the inn, pulling the two into the sword’s light.
The next second, a streak of Sword Qi and a flash of spear light tore through the blade’s light, rising into the sky.
"Ouch, that stings, doesn’t it?"
"So, I’ll take it from here!"
"No way, Sword out!"
Amid a series of high-pitched sword cries, numerous streaks of Sword Qi surged around Yang Tiansheng, who hovered in the air, circling like swimming fishes.
"Damn, you mastered this move too? Good thing, The Young Master has also made some progress... Spear, come!"
Xiang Wudi, also hovering in midair, raised his red-tasseled spear toward the sky, his overwhelming True Qi flowing along the spear’s body and swiftly transforming it into a terrifyingly large spear, over thirty meters long and thick as a beam!
"Damn, you’re not playing fair!"
Yang Tiansheng, watching the enormous spear, exclaimed in shock.
The man in coarse clothing, panic-stricken, gazed at the two formidable figures in mid-air—one commanding eight swords, the other wielding a giant spear—feeling pitiful, weak, and helpless...
"Heh, you thought you were the only one making progress? Look, there’s only one enemy, so don’t blame The Young Master for not showing hospitality... first come, first served!"
"Heh, think you can be quicker than me?"
"Scoundrel, take my spear!"
"Don’t take his, take mine... Sword, go!"
The terrifying spear, like the Monkey King’s opening move, came crashing diagonally down towards the man in coarse clothes.
The man in coarse clothes roared desperately, both hands gripping his thick-backed heavy cleaver, fiercely striking towards the terrifying spear.
"Bang."
A loud crash echoed as the second floor of the inn vanished on the spot, sunlight pouring directly onto the now empty ground floor lobby.
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Amidst the rising dust, the man in coarse clothes leapt up like a giant flea, his palms split open, his clothes shredded as if wrapped with countless rags, through which numerous tiny wounds were faintly visible...