"Check the upstream and downstream of the river!" Deng Ming's face was grim, clenching his fists, gritting his teeth.
"Report, sir, we found nothing!"
"A bunch of useless fools!" Suddenly, the furious Deng Ming smashed a soldier's head with a single palm, a swipe of his finger, and a stream of fresh blood gushed from the soldier's neck.
Yet Deng Ming directly grabbed the soldier's corpse, gulping as he drank, watching the soldiers around him look terrified, chilled with fear, but no one dared to resist.
Because Deng Ming was a Divine Person of the Six Sword Sect, they hardly had a thought of resistance, as if their submissiveness was deeply ingrained, even in the face of a comrade's death, there was only fear, no anger or rebellion.
...
Cong City was a relatively prosperous town, almost like a city, and it was also a military stronghold in this area, because it was under the domain of Guoge King Gedi.
