On the official road leading to Chuzhou, a fierce battle was unfolding.
Three against two hundred.
Chu Yu smirked coldly, "Luoyi, Luo'er, are you afraid of death?"
"Replying to Prince, your subordinates are not afraid!"
"Good, then today, follow me and let's give them a proper fight, don't let a single one escape!"
Having said that, Chu Yu drew his sword and charged forward.
They wanted to test his strength, huh, they really underestimated him.
Chu Yu's martial arts were indeed formidable; with each swing of his sword, he killed someone, and not even blood was shed.
But, his long sword was coated with poison—an extract Yun Jinnian had developed in the valley, deadly on contact with blood.
Ten silver needles were thrown, each hitting its mark.
Chu Yu's trip to his fief in Chuzhou was not widely known, but it was not a secret either, yet someone still wanted him dead.
Emperor!
Hmph!
Thinking of this, Chu Yu's attacks became even more ruthless.
