"This Master Fa Huan is quite deadly!"
The surrounding martial artists dared to be angry but did not dare to speak, each resembling quails.
Those who ventured into the jianghu these days all had extremely flexible bottom lines...
"Let's go!"
Aaron leaped back onto the coach, speaking to Daoist Qing Hui.
When had Daoist Qing Hui ever had such a glorious moment?
Excited by the command, he cracked his whip, driving the carriage past the bodies scattered on the official road...
...
'Hmm... Earlier, I deliberately retained seventy percent of my real Qi to show weakness, the Red Turban Army members came at me one by one like Calabash Brothers trying to rescue their grandpa...'
Aaron closed his eyes to recuperate while waiting for the next Calabash Brother.
As expected...
Less than half an hour of traveling and the carriage stopped.
Aaron stepped out of the carriage and saw two high-level fighters blocking the way.
