Zhao Jiachu patted his chest with a sullen face, feeling a little dull and painful. Sure enough, the remnants of practitioners should not be alive. Even if they have not entered the Taoist practice, they can still exert such strong power!

"Thanks for the arrest!"

Chen Ke hugged Xie Baotou who retreated to him.

Xie Captou was spitting out blood, and he blocked the punch that Zhao Jia had just thrown.

"This... this old boy's fist is so hard, I..."

Capt. Xie let go of the knife he was holding.

"Clang."

There was a crisp sound as it hit the ground. Xie Captou's heart was sunken, his heart was broken, and he was already dead.

"Thank you for the arrest!" Chen Ke shouted sadly.

"Fire the arrow!"

Thousands of people from the remaining patrol camp came over and shot thousands of sharp arrows at Zhao Jia. Zhao Jia blocked left and right, trying to kill Chen Ke, but was shot in the leg.

"Let you live one more night first!" Zhao Jia came out and saw too many people on the opposite side. He didn't care about the injury on his leg. Under the gaze of thousands of soldiers, he stepped on the ground, flew into the air, and slid into the distant night.
Chapter completed!