Jiang Chen had effortlessly slain Miao Yu, a cultivator at the Martial King Fourth Heaven.
Aside from their chief, Xuan Zhiyong, Miao Yu had been their most formidable member.
Seeing this, the expressions of the Nanming Mountain bandits changed drastically.
Horror filled their eyes.
"How is this possible?"
"Our Deputy Village Chief was killed by that brat, just like that?"
Their eyes widened in disbelief.
But this was the reality before them.
Xuan Zhiyong witnessed it all, and a blaze of fury erupted within him.
He roared, "Brat, you're courting death! You dare kill my man?"
"Today, I will take your life with my own hands. Prepare to die!"
He bellowed as a large saber appeared in his hand. His Cultivation at the Martial King Fifth Heaven was truly terrifying.
He ferociously launched an attack on Jiang Chen.
The moment Xuan Zhiyong struck, the Nanming Mountain bandits erupted in cheers.
"Kill him! Kill him...!"
"Our Chief is unstoppable!"
