"Heh heh, this guy is absolutely done for!"
Zhao Dalong also laughed.
Close to a thousand Martial Artists.
No matter how you look at it, Xiao Chen could not possibly win.
He'd be exhausted to death on the spot.
"Dad, let's go back and have a drink."
Zhao Dalong said with a smile.
"Mm, let's go!"
Zhao Xiong smiled and said, "Listen up, best if you can take him alive; a corpse is hard to store!"
With that said.
He followed Zhao Dalong into the house.
They went to the main hall and started drinking and chatting.
There was one more person sitting in the hall.
The Zhao Family's number one expert, and also the Black and White Envoy of the Black and White Divine Palace.
"It's over?"
The Black and White Envoy asked indifferently.
"Don't worry, Divine Envoy, it'll be over very soon!"
Zhao Xiong said with a squinting smile.
He wasn't worried at all.
Outside.
The battle had already begun.
Xiao Chen was like a God.
And those charging at Him were all mere mortals.
