Waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way cascades down from the heavens!
The setting sun was like blood, spilling over the waterfall, dyeing the rapid flow a crimson red.
The wind blew, lifting a sky full of red leaves. Sword Qi attacked, filling the world with a bleak and austere air.
Wang Hao and Yamamoto, along with the beautiful Inoue, were locked in a standoff that had already lasted nearly half an hour.
Both sides glared with wide eyes, watching every move of their opponent. Any slight rustle could trigger their utmost vigilance.
In the midst of this life-and-death confrontation, a jeep raced from a winding mountain road in the distance.
The jeep stopped halfway up the mountain, and Miyamon Kai led his trusted samurai, escorting Zhao Yuqing with big strides toward them.
Seeing Zhao Yuqing, Wang Hao's pupils shrank and he called out anxiously, "Yu Qing?"
