The number of people making the same choice as him is no longer few.
Some people like to take risks and want to profit from others' misfortunes, while others prioritize staying alive and avoid getting caught up in the chaos.
"Swoosh!"
A streak of Sword Qi slashed across the long street.
A deep imprint appeared on the hard ground, the solid wooden signboard broke in half, and the icy killing intent caused Fang Zheng to freeze.
True Qi?
Martial Artist!
Is there such a master here?
"Chen Mubai!"
A graceful figure appeared on the rooftop not far away, holding a Treasure Sword, pointing at a distance:
"I didn't expect to run into you here."
"I didn't expect it either." A man dressed as a scholar descended onto the long street, holding a Jade Flute.
The man looked handsome, his posture was elegant, and his clothes fluttered without wind as he lightly waved the Jade Flute, deflecting the incoming Sword Qi.
