But Ma Chuan was at the Mid Stage of the Iron Skin Realm!
If the two of them actually fought, Jiang Che would undoubtedly be at a huge disadvantage.
As the one in charge, and as Jiang Che's friend, he certainly couldn't let that happen!
Zhang Xiong then called over a few other guards to help move the Black-toothed Pig's carcass.
Jiang Che sighed. 'For Zhang Xiong's sake, I'll let him off the hook this time,' he thought.
After the minor incident, the group continued on their journey.
However, they hadn't gone far before they suddenly spotted two people standing in the middle of the road ahead.
They were too far away to make out their features.
All they could see was that the figures were dressed as farmers.
The one on the left was tall and thin, holding a hoe.
The one on the right was short and stout, holding a Nail Rake.
"Why are two farmers blocking the road? Go see what's going on."
Zhang Xiong instructed a guard.
"Yes, Young Master."
