The Post Sky Tipping Era

Zhao Ge thought his life was going to end just like that, never anticipating there would be a day for a resurgence.

If this attempt went smoothly and he rose again, it would truly be as Meng De said, Sanyang City would have only one martial arts hall thereafter, and that would be his Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall.

"If I can really take down this city, I, Zhao Ge, would not have lived in vain," he said.

Zhao Ge sighed inwardly, but immediately spoke with resolve, "Do not hesitate, enter the city immediately, catch them off guard. All the forces in Sanyang City have been involved in the grand affair of swallowing up Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall. Now that they haven’t gotten my head, nobody feels at ease. The vicinity of Sanyang City must be filled with watchers; as soon as we show ourselves, we’ll be noticed."

"But they would never expect us to march into the city openly and directly, so we must make our move while they can’t coordinate in time and prevent them from being prepared and figuring us out."

Since Li Yi was determined to take down the two martial arts halls, as a master, he had to arrange everything properly; even if he had to act rashly, there had to be a method to it, not just chaotic blundering.

As soon as Zhao Ge finished speaking, everyone began to gallop on their horses again.

Only a moment passed.

A band of them had already reached the gates of Sanyang City.

At the moment, the city gate was bustling with people, a variety of individuals converging. Despite the harsh times, Sanyang City still exuded a touch of its prosperous glory, making it seem as if not all was so terrible; some parts were still quite splendid.

"Stop."