Death… and me

Luo Ke Di was suffering at the hands of his enemies and thus decided to pull out his whip in hope to gain an advantage over his opponent. However, he did not expect that the very moment he used it, his martial brothers would comment about it with sarcasm and laugh at him.

Second young master Luo could barely get a firm grip on his whip …

"Pow…"

The Revered Martial Artist had punched Luo Ke Di squarely in the chest. He let out a loud scream and stumbled back. After that, a few more "pows" rang out as his butt was the subject of relentless kicking. He immediately fell to the ground and rolled in pain like a snowball.

"Ahwooh… Damn you punks!" Second young master Luo was livid; he cursed as he rolled on the ground, "Hurry over here and help me!"

"Stop!" Ji Mo flew over and blocked that Revered Martial Artist. He said angrily, "You went too far!"

Too far?

That Revered Martial Artist was confused. He had originally intended to utterly destroy the punk. However, there were five other martial masters who were on Luo Ke Di's side and had been watching the entire fight. Moreover, he knew that they had to keep their identities ambiguous and thus had been merciful as he fought with Luo Ke Di. He had never expected for another punk to come to his rescue and accuse him of going too far.

"I have nothing against you beating him up! Even if you kill him, it is his fault for not learning well. No one would say anything." Ji Mo angrily pointed and shouted, "But why did you kick his butt?"

"Butt?" That Revered Martial Artist glanced at Luo Ke Di's butt in a dazed. He asked in confusion, "So what?"

"So what? Now you're questioning me and asking me so what?" Ji Mo's expression turned angry as he yelled, "When we didn't have money for food, all we could do was to depend on him selling his butt to provide for us! And yet, you… you… kicked his butt? This is no different than destroying our means to live. You have really gone too far!"

"Ji Mo, I am going to kill you!" Luo Ke Di yelled angrily as he rushed toward Ji Mo…

"Hahaha." Dong Wu Shang laughed so much that he fell off his horse. He was rolling on the ground with laughter.

Chu Yang laughed uncontrollably and accidentally inhaled some of the falling snow.

That Revered Martial Artist's face went into a spasm as though he was trying to control his laughter. He had a strange expression written all over his face and he nodded as though he understood completely, "I see…"

"Therefore, I have to fight with you!" Ji Mo solemnly pulled out his sword, "Many people in Iron Cloud Citadel love Luo Ke Di's butt… I can't believe you dared to insult it… Moreover, you didn't even pay for the service…"

Luo Ke Di was fuming mad and he rushed over and grabbed Ji Mo. He had a fierce countenance and as he ground his teeth in anger, he said, "Ji Mo, you son of a b*… I will rip you apart…"

"In the face of such a formidable opponent and you still want to fight with me? You, you are really hopeless!" Ji Mo looked at him in the eyes and shouted, "Step aside!"

Then Ji Mo immediately kicked Luo Ke Di's butt. Despite trying to so hard to protect the butt, he insulted it by giving it a strong kick before he rushed forward with sword in hand.

The moment Luo Ke Di flew out from being kicked, Ji Mo was neck to neck with that Revered Martial Artist. As he fought, he heatedly asked, "Why did you kick his butt?"

As the fight progressed, he asked again, "Why do you want to destroy his butt?"

Ji Mo's movements were much more fluid than of Luo Ke Di's. His constant questioning caused the Revered Martial Artist to become extremely annoyed as he continued to fight, frantically moving his arms and legs. Finally, his tolerance reached its limit and he yelled out, "I didn't know his butt was so valuable…"

The moment that Luo Ke Di heard those words, he fell right back onto the ground in shock even though he had just struggled to regain his footing. He beat his hands on the ground and screamed in rage, "Ji Mo, I will kill you! I refuse to live under the same sky with you…"

Both Rui Bu Tong and Dong Wu Shang were dying from laughter…

A little further away, Gu Du Xing and Chu Yang laughed to the point their bodies began to convulse violently…

As Cheng Yun He listened to those punks, he couldn't help but smile slightly. He couldn't bring himself to laugh… When would these crazy punks stop their nonsense?

From the look of these people, they don't seem to have any sort of malicious intentions…

At that very moment, the sound of hooves was heard. Two white horse began to ride towards the caravan. One youth sitting on the horse in front calmly asked, "Who is the leader of this caravan?"

"Young man, what is it that you want?" Cheng Yun He looked suspiciously at Chu Yang assessing him while hastily showing a cheerful expression.

"Ah, in this harsh weather, traveling must be tough. Don't you agree?" Chu Yang smiled amicably.

"Yes, yes. But it necessary to make a living. Survival is hard, and living well is much harder." Cheng Yun He sighed and said pitifully.

"Yes… it is indeed hard." Chu Yang nodded with empathy, "Things are especially harder carrying all of these things which seem so heavy! Moreover, it is such a long distance from here to Great Zhao. Your hardship must be immense."

"You are right." Cheng Yun He sighed and said, "It is extremely difficult to find a little money to feed your family…"

"Since that is the case, I will volunteer to do you a big favor." Chu Yang smiled, "Sir, you have brought so many riches and treasures; it really looks too heavy. Although I don't really want to carry the hardship either, however, I am compassionate and helpful. I shall help you with this difficulty…" He mused, "Please hand over all of your gold and silver… Just go with your merchandise; I am sure you will be much more comfortable."

Cheng Yun He was dumbfounded.

This youth seemed so scholarly; Cheng Yun He did not expect him to be even more ruthless, and want to take all of his belongings…

Give all of the gold and silver to you… just carry away the merchandise? What the f* for? They would probably be rotten before we reach Great Zhao…

Cheng Yun He let out a loud laugh and said, "Sir, this… is a little too much."

"Too much?" Chu Yang smiled faintly as he said, "We are simply looking for a meal. Moreover, we are just playing around and looking for a little bit of fun. However, if you choose to make us unhappy, we could tell King of Hell Chu about you and he would come looking for you. I believe that he would probably greet you even more warmly than we do!"

Chu Yang said casually, "And the price that King of Hell Chu is willing to pay is probably much higher than what you are willing to pay! Do you think I am right?"

Cheng Yun He was startled. His eyes brightened as he asked suspiciously, "Sir, I don't understand what you are saying."

"Really?" Chu Yang countenance slowly grew cold, "Second brother, immediately return and notify Bu Tian Pavilion. Tell them that we have discovered the whereabouts of the remainder of Golden Horse Riders Department…"

"Okay!" Gu Du Xing immediately turned and kicked the horse's sides, "Yah!"

A Revered Martial Artist shot over and shouted, "Stay!"

Gu Du Xing smiled coldly and jumped from the horse's back all of a sudden. His sword touched the other person's sword, his body immediately flying out like an eagle. In the blink of an eye, he had flown seven hundred feet away. His movement was agile and extremely fast!

That Revered Martial Artist felt as if the air had been knocked out of his chest, and his face paled.

Cheng Yun He's people were all shocked.

As they looked at his movements, they knew that even if they all went on him at once, they wouldn't even be able to keep this person from leaving!

"Wait a minute!" Cheng Yun He smiled bitterly inside. No wonder my opponents are not the least bit scared. They already knew who we were before coming to threaten us!

I have to say, this is a great weakness! They must have already guessed that we would have no other choice! All six of them are all martial masters and we cannot be certain that we would be able to take on all of them.

If a confrontation occurs, none of us would be able to return to Great Zhao! As long as they have this advantage, they can name whatever price they want!

Moreover, Diwu Qing Rou isn't aware of the situation in Iron Cloud; I have the important responsibility of bringing news back to Great Zhao!

"What do you want?" Cheng Yun He asked frankly without bothering to cover things up any further.

Chu Yang smiled arrogantly and said, "I only want to be friends with all of you."

As he approached that middle-aged man, he could feel Nine Tribulations Sword tip in his dantian becoming increasingly agitated.

He was sure that this man was carrying some sort of precious item or rare metal. If not, the Nine Tribulations Sword would not have such a reaction.

"I also really want to be friends with all of you!" Cheng Yun He grunted coldly and said, "Tell me your intentions."

"In this caravan, there is something that I am searching for." Chu Yang said coldly, "More like… a person!"

"A person?" Cheng Yun He internally let out a sigh of relief.

Their opponents knew their identity but did not want to kill them all. They only wanted to find a wanted person; that person must be Yin Wu Fa.

But at this moment, even if they could find Yin Wu Fa, there wasn't anything to worry about!

"If you want to look for yourself, please feel free to do so!" Cheng Yun He smiled, "Whatever you want, I will hand it over willing with both hands; I will not attempt to cause even the slightest bit of trouble!"

Chu Yang felt vexed as he looked at Cheng Yun He with a lingering odd feeling.

The King level leader that escaped must be in this caravan. However, why isn't this person the least bit anxious? Why is this? Chu Yang believed that he had already made everything clear.

Cheng Yun He raised his arm and commanded, "Everyone, move aside!" Then he turned and spoke to Chu Yang, "Please!"

At that point, Ji Mo and the other martial master had stopped fighting and came over.

On that person's body, there were clear traces of blood, and the corner of his eyes were also black. On the other hand, there was just a little bit of dirt mixed with snow on Ji Mo's body; it was clear that Ji Mo had the upper hand in the fight.

Cheng Yun He and the Revered Martial Masters of Golden Horse Riders Department looked at Chu Yang's group and couldn't help but frown. With the exception of Chu Yang who stood next to Cheng Yun He, everyone else stood in a distance away. While they could not protect each other with such a formation, it guaranteed that no matter who got attacked, the rest of them could easily escape without being blocked!

If Cheng Yun He's people made a move on them, only one needed to escape to bring absolute misfortune on Cheng Yun He's group!

Cheng Yun He frowned intensely. Although these opponents were young, they were working in perfect synchronicity with one another. They were so cautious that he could not find any way to attack them.

Chu Yang and Gu Du Xing walked ahead and start to carefully search each carriage…