"Master."
Cheng Fang wailed, "This person is ruthless and has plotted against Master. I ask everyone to join me in dealing with him."
With a shout, the eyes of the four junior brothers turned red, and dozens of people outside were eager to move.
It must be said that Hero Yuanxi, Zhao Yunshen, held incredible prestige within the borders of Yuanxi.
Chen Ping looked around and saw that hundreds of people on the streets were talking about it, their faces changing wildly.
Among the onlookers, some drew their swords, and others unsheathed their blades.
To think that with Zhao Yunshen's death, the entire street fell into chaos.
In front were Cheng Fang and his men attacking madly, while countless uninformed disciples from the Spring Water Sword Hall surged forward.
Chen Ping even noticed a few people setting down their goods, picking up poles and hoes, ready to join in.
From afar came shouts.
"Hero Zhao was harmed by traitors, help avenge him."
...
"Shall we escape?"
