Rumble!
A thunderous sound that resembled an earthquake suddenly appeared on Dragon Creek Alley. By the time the surrounding people reacted and went over to take a look, the battle was already over. Three figures rushed over the houses at an extremely high speed.
Shi Yanfeng held the bronze staff and ran for his life toward the nearest northern city wall. The disbelief in his eyes even outweighed the urgency of his life hanging on by a thread.
After all, he had met Jiang Zhahu in his early twenties and had started practicing the Golden Scale Picture not long after. His talent was not bad either. Now that he was over 50 years old, he had long reached a state of invulnerability.
