Chapter 112: The Sword Gall Resonates with the Qin, Beholding the Red Plum Blossoms and Bai Xue (2/2)

From a young age, Wang Anfeng was tormented by Mr. Ying at Shaolin Temple, and over the years, his sensitivity to killing intent had reached the level where it could even wake him up in the middle of the night.

The murderous aura on the young man beside him was so intense, laden with anger and the feeling of being on the verge of exploding, that he found himself unable to utter any words of refusal.

After thinking it over, he placed the piece of iron sword he was carrying by the side of the carriage and said,

"Then I will stay here and guard the carriage."

Hong Feibai nodded slightly in appreciation, handed over his belongings to the youth, held the much longer sword in his left hand, and lifted his right hand, placing it back on the sword hilt.

The martial artist opposite them clearly had no intention of giving them a leisurely chance to talk; at his command, the men behind him had already drawn big bows of ink color from behind.