At this moment, Chu Sihai was no longer despondent at all. He leaped into the air, his gaze sweeping over the departing carriage on White Tiger Avenue.
A year of despondency, a year of frustration, seemed to be unleashed at this moment.
As for the hapless soul in front of him, he could only be considered unlucky to run into him, and he'd have to say sorry for that.
It was your misfortune to run into my spearhead.
Hiss.
Everyone around was taken aback, such powerful spear skills, with the combination of Soldier Soul and Martial Arts, the spear howled for nine days—that's the demeanor of the demonic genius of the past.
"Wasn't it said that he was crippled? How is he still so strong?"
The faces of several City Guard Army soldiers changed slightly.
The Chu Family, a second-rank family, faced an internal crisis after the passing of the previous Family Head. Struggles for the position of Family Head led to the deaths and departures of many Chu Family strongmen.
