I am the king of the mountain stronghold

Daliang Dynasty, late at night on September 19, the fifth year of Qianxi. A fierce chase is going on in the depths of Qinglong mountain in the east of the Empire "Zhu Fu! Where do you want to take the young leader?" "Guo Jie! You ungrateful villain! The leader of the family treated you well before his death. Now how dare you kill them all!" "Hum! Stubborn! Give it all to me! No one on the other side!" At Guo Jie's command, the people behind him rushed out and killed a group of people opposite just as the battle between the two sides was in full swing, a thunderbolt fell from the sky "roaring!" Loud noises filled the valley. "It's not good! Don't fall into the valley!"