No one knew what Ji Fengyan would do and only watched as she stood motionless at the foot of the giant soldier gods. The people from the Blood Tribe tried to bring her down many times but with Yang Jian standing behind her and blocking everyone with his three pointed, double-edged sword, so long as anyone got close, they would be slaughtered on the spot. Fresh blood stained his armour and the cold dazzling glare from the sword made everyone afraid to take another step closer.
Meng Fusheng's face darkened. Even in his dreams, he had not imagined that he would meet such a troublesome target at Fu Guang City. Despite having only ten over people, they had suppressed the hundred over people from the Blood Tribe so much that they could not even breathe.
Seeing the situation stalling, Meng Fusheng could not hold in any longer. He grabbed one member of the Blood Tribe and said, "Go and bring Ge Lang here."
