Bashish Red Peak fled all the way down from Celestial Mountain, and only when he saw that Chen Tang wasn't chasing did he feel slightly relieved.
Back at the foot of Celestial Mountain, it was quite easy to find the weapon he had thrown away.
After all, this place was remote and sparsely populated.
Moreover, that pair of Golden Hammers weighed several hundred jin; even if someone saw them, they couldn't carry them off.
Only, Ten Thousand Miles Cloud was nowhere to be seen; he didn't know where it had run off to.
Bashish Red Peak, however, wasn't worried.
This Divine Steed was extremely intelligent; if it couldn't find him, it would naturally return to the Barbarian Camp to look for its master.
Bashish Red Peak hefted his twin hammers, disregarded treating his wounds, and sprinted at full speed, racing toward Liangzhou.
He had to get the news that their provisions had been cut off back as soon as possible, so Mad Lion Tuer could make an early decision.
