Early the next morning.
Da-da-da!
A thunderous gallop broke through the government road, a dozen stern-faced martial artists in tight uniforms charged forward atop fine horses, tearing through the snowy winds. Leading the group was a towering figure with a beard covering half of his face, his gaze terrifyingly dark and venomous.
Han Lu still couldn't believe it—Du Jiangbo, that coward who feared death, had actually dared to do something so bold!
How long had it been since Han Lu stepped out of the Li family fortress? And now, such a calamity had already occurred!
After the blaze was put out last night—
Those remaining in the Li family fortress quickly realized the gravity of the situation when they discovered that all Black Sand Gang martial artists and Du Jiangbo had vanished without a trace. Li Yu's blood-dripping severed head was the final, horrifying proof.
