Chapter 55

"No matter when or where, he would never show his back to an enemy."

"And among this group of Golden Guides, there was absolutely no camaraderie — they barely exchanged even a single word."

"Every one of them wore a cold expression, precisely because at any moment you might split me in two, and I might hack you into three!"

"A wounded Golden Guide is worth less than mud."

"In order to survive, Hei Bei Lao Liu had long since trained himself to follow his own set of rules of conduct."

"This is also why, after arriving in Old Changsha, everyone in the Laojiu Sect felt he was utterly cold and aloof!"

At this moment, Old Lady Huo in the second-floor private box could no longer help herself and let out a long sigh of relief.

The events of those years were, through Zhang Lin's storytelling, finally let go of by her completely.

In fact, no one knew this.

Old Lady Huo had, back in those days, gone looking for Hei Bei Lao Liu.

Because although Hei Bei Lao Liu's temperament was strange, his bladework was unfathomably deep.

Judging from this alone, he was also a very powerful ally.

But after Hei Bei Lao Liu had smoked the opium, he had stared at Huo Xiangu with a wild look and said: "You're too ugly. You make me sick just looking at you."

No one knew how devastating a blow it had been for Huo Xiangu at the time!

Her beauty ranked among the very finest in all of Old Changsha!

Who would have thought she would actually be called ugly by Hei Bei Lao Liu?

In Huo Xiangu's view, it was that old prostitute who kept Hei Bei Lao Liu company who was truly ugly!

Hei Bei Lao Liu's behavior at the time was mad and wild, and Huo Xiangu could not understand it at all.

Now, hearing Zhang Lin speak this way, she roughly understood too — the experience of being a Golden Guide in the Gelao Society had truly been beyond human.

More than enough to drive a normal person to madness!

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"The course of this duel can only be described as flesh and blood flying everywhere."

"On the divine platform, there were almost nothing but severed arms and mangled limbs!"

"The blood of the Golden Guides not only dyed the divine platform red, it even seeped into the riverbank and the pebbles at the river bottom."

"If any of you don't believe it, you can go to the banks of the Jinshajiang and look at these pebbles — every one of them is, in whole or in part, a strange, eerie ochre-red."

"This ochre-red is exactly the same as dried bloodstains."

"It is said that is the blood of those who have bled by the river over the years, congealed together."

"These stones have another name — they are called Coagulated Blood Stones."

"The life-and-death duels of the Golden Guides were fought by twenty men sent from each of the three gangs."

"So the probability of survival was one in sixty."

"Some of you may ask: shouldn't the twenty men from one's own gang be on the same side? Why one in sixty?"

"You only need to hear what the duel was like, and you will understand."

"When the notary announced the start of the duel, the men on the stone platform rushed forward at extreme speed, their long blades swinging, shooting out dazzling, murderous light."

"Every time the gleam of a sharp blade flashed, a spray of blood droplets would burst forth, scattering through the air, then falling back onto the stone platform."

"And what flew beyond the stone platform were limbs of every description."

"Severed hands and feet, trailing sprays of blood, flew in all directions — one could hardly even hear the clang of blades meeting."

"When the death-gleaming blades tore through bodies, split open flesh, and severed bone, the sound they made was an eerily uncanny swishing, almost like a whisper."

"The hollow in the middle of the stones was filled with blood in less than half a minute."

"Every single person was hacking and killing with total frenzy — in such a great slaughter, how could they possibly tell who was their own man and who was not?"

"In order to survive, even one's own comrades had to be struck down without the slightest hesitation!"

"Otherwise, the one to die would be oneself!"

When Zhang Lin reached this point, he finally stopped.

Only then could the listeners below catch their breath.

Many of them had even forgotten to breathe while listening to the storytelling just now!

They had held their breath completely, not daring to exhale even a little.

All of them were utterly shaken by Zhang Lin's description!

In such a great slaughter where friend and foe were indistinguishable, the slightest slip meant losing a hand or a foot!

It was entirely a battle of one man against fifty-nine.

And Hei Bei Lao Liu not only emerged victorious from this battle, he didn't even have a single wound on his body.

How could this not be a legend?!

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