chapter 67 The best master in the Southland

At the south city gate, groups of cavalry stood in awe. In the middle was a scribe who looked to be in his forties with a gloomy face, looking at Zhou Xiu's corpse hanging high not far away.

After a period of exposure to the sun, Zhou Xiu's head and body had already emitted a stench, and happened to float to the scribe in front of the scribe along with a gust of breeze.

"Da Xia really deceives people so much. The dignified Viscount Dragon Country can't even find a place...