Everyone's faces turned ugly. What did Chen Xiaotian mean by that—was he saying all the Sects of the Martial Arts Hidden Sects weren't even as good as one Hongmen?
"Sect Leader Chen, aren't your words a bit too much?" Nine Bags Gang's gang leader Qi Long frowned. "Just how formidable can this Hongmen be? Do they really think we're afraid of them?"
"And you're not?"
Chen Xiaotian didn't show the slightest politeness.
He snorted. "How long has it been since our Martial Arts Hidden Sects looked at the outside world? We've been comfortable for so many years we've probably lost all our blood and guts. Those Hidden Sects aristocratic families, which of their younger disciples isn't sent out to temper themselves? Don't tell me you don't know this!"
The other Sect Leaders kept silent.
The Martial Arts Hidden Sects had strict hierarchy too. A Sect like Shu Mountain, once glorious and even counted among the Hidden Sects aristocratic families, had fallen to such a state today.
