The group of Zhongzhou's prides had not yet recovered from their shock when Tang Luo had already risen into the sky and disappeared from view.
Facing each other, the Zhongzhou prides did not know how to react. Li Chengjuan looked at the stele crumbling into dust before him, then turned his gaze to where Tang Luo had vanished, rubbing his sore cheek, he muttered resentfully, "Let's go!"
Initially, they had arrived in Longzhou with the intention of correcting the king's patrol and destroying the stele, but now that the stele was truly destroyed, the group of prides felt far from the joy they had anticipated.
Perhaps only by truly examining their hearts would they realize that what had brought them all this way to Longzhou was not so much a resolve to support justice, but rather petty jealousy and ambition.
Longzhou, such a remote place, how could it produce a powerhouse in martial arts? If Tang Luo could do it, why couldn't they?
