บท 81: Fierce Battle

Li Qu's eyes narrowed into slits. Across the twenty-man phalanx, he seemed to want to see the two openly running figures that attacked from afar behind the defeated soldiers.

"Where did this Tough Realm come from? Other than Zang Wei, Du Fushan, and Pang Meng, are there any other Tough Realms in the Dragon Gate Pavilion?"

He raised his hand and waved it gently. "Chase them away!"

With a whoosh, a cold light flashed. The soldiers who were in formation drew their sabers in unison and slashed mercilessly at the fleeing soldiers, forcefully dispersing and killing them.

"Eighteen, you guard the courtyard. Seventeen, nineteen, the two of you, fight with me."

The phalanx of soldiers spread out. The huge strange person holding the mountain-splitting axe and bronze hammer walked out and followed behind Li Qu. He passed through the phalanx crowd and guarded at the front.

When the two of them saw this, they did not stop. Instead, they sped up.