Chapter 31: Shocking Incident, Someone Snatched a Horse on the Streets of Wei City
Relying on his Qi Sight, Li Yanchu quickly tracked down a certain location. It was an old, half-abandoned temple, long fallen into disrepair. No one could tell which deity had once been enshrined here, as half of the clay statue at the altar was already badly damaged. Inside the temple hall, on one of the main pillars, Li Yanchu noticed a deep saber mark.
This place was far from the main road, so it was quiet, remote, and hidden from view. Li Yanchu took a few cautious steps inside, and soon saw a burly man with a massive battle axe in hand, currently bandaging a sword wound on his shoulder.
The man had a fierce, villainous face, thick straight eyebrows and slitted eyes, radiating a dense aura of murderous qi. He was clearly a hardened rogue used to life-and-death battles.
While wrapping his wound, he cursed under his breath, “Damn it! That little girl was fast! If the Vice Leader hadn’t shown up, I might’ve really been taken down by her! If I get the chance, I’m definitely gonna toy with her...”
Just then, the axe-wielding man suddenly frowned and shouted coldly toward the entrance, “Who’s there?!”
Li Yanchu stepped forward, eyes icy as he asked, “Where’s the girl who fought you earlier?”
From the scene alone, Li Yanchu could already tell that something had happened to Fang Qinglan.
The burly man snarled viciously, “What the hell are you asking for? Where’d you come from, young Daoist? Do you have a death wish? How dare you meddle in my business?”
Li Yanchu’s gaze darkened.
At that moment, another man stepped out from the rear of the temple. He was even broader and stockier, holding a gleaming long spear. The spearhead had a blood groove; it was razor-sharp, clearly a weapon made for killing.
The moment this man appeared, his eyes locked onto Li Yanchu. Unlike the axe-wielder, this one exuded a much colder, more sinister presence. He was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to strike with a deadly blow at any moment.
