Though he said that, he was the one crouched at the very back.
Watching all the underlings wield their weapons and charge towards Jiang Tang, Cang Hansheng's eyes revealed a fierce smile.
I just don't believe you won't die!
Jiang Tang: "..."
Heaven has a path you didn't take; hell has no gate yet you barged in—this saying must be about you guys, all scared to death but still rushing forward recklessly.
And that one who spoke, Cang Hansheng, what about charging at me yourself?
Hiding like a coward in the back.
I'm speechless.
While his complaints flashed through his mind, Jiang Tang lifted his longsword and charged into the crowd, propelling himself with Wind-racing Step.
At the same time, he invoked the fire technique from the Five Elements Sword Art.
So, what everyone saw was a man running fast as the wind, trailed by a long flame.
He freely dueled among them, coming and going as he pleased.
It was like a ridiculous mix of the ridiculous and its mother—too damn absurd.
