Hutou Mountain Stronghold.
There was only a single narrow path leading up the mountain. The trail was rugged and difficult to traverse, making the stronghold's position easy to defend and hard to attack.
It was a classic case of one man guarding the pass, and ten thousand men being unable to break through.
「On this day.」
Three figures appeared before the stronghold's gate.
The gate was constructed from thick, solid logs. Above it, a banner bearing the name "Hutou Stronghold" fluttered in the wind.
"Young Master Zhu."
Shii Zhao, holding his long spear, was eager for a fight.
"There's no need for you to act. Let me go and test that Nine-Section Whip Suo Chao."
"..." Zhu Ju narrowed his eyes, looking at the deathly silent stronghold. He shook his head gently.
"Forget it."
With that, he strode forward.
"Young Master," Dugu Feng said, rushing forward.
"I'll open the gate."
