"Fly Axe, Throw!" Fu Zhao roared as he pulled a flying axe from his waist and hurled it with force.
The cavalrymen behind him followed suit.
Numerous flying axes spontaneously combusted mid-air without a source of fire, resembling torches as they chopped toward Qing Hong Yan in their rapid rotations.
Qing Hong Yan dodged immediately, with only a few axes striking his raised forearms.
After a few clinks of metal-on-metal, the axes fell powerlessly to the ground.
"Damn it, damn it!" Qing Hong Yan was beside himself with rage.
He clearly hadn't moved against Fu Zhao, yet the latter had the audacity to engage him!
Qing Hong Yan respected Teng Donglang, but he had no relationship whatsoever with the leader of the Axe Gang.
Not to mention, Fu Zhao was merely the son of the gang leader.
Provoked, Qing Hong Yan's eyes reddened and a vein popped on his forehead.
