"Thunderbolt!" Xuanzhen muttered softly, then criticized, "What a tacky name!"
...
Yang Zhenshan was left speechless, his excitement somewhat deflated by the critique.
Sir, this name isn't tacky!
Well, it is a bit tacky!
Yang Zhenshan didn't bother to argue and turned to rush towards Qu Fusheng.
"You stole my man, he belongs to me now!"
Before he could make a move, Xuanzhen rushed towards Qu Fusheng first, swinging his horsetail whisk, and sent Qu Fusheng flying.
Yang Zhenshan didn't bother to argue and instead looked around.
At this moment, the battle surrounding them was at its fiercest, with the sound of war drums booming nonstop, about a hundred yards away from him, Yu Tonghai was ferociously beating the war drums, the beats melding into a continuous rhythm.
Yang Zhanshan watched Yu Tonghai, who stood on top of the ship's tower beating the drums, a hint of relief flickered across his eyes.
The Tenglong Advanced Guard had arrived.
