Compared to an old man like Ma Dong, who was in his seventies or eighties, the middle-aged man in his forties or fifties who resembled a smiling Maitreya was undoubtedly more conspicuous. Even many members of the Flying Leopard who stole glances at his back did so not with respect, but with awe and fear.
Yes, it was indeed fear. After all, a title like the "Smiling Demon" wasn't just for show. Since he was called a demon, he was certainly no laughing matter.
One of his most memorable achievements occurred twelve or thirteen years ago, when he single-handedly slaughtered an entire third-tier sect for severe violations of law and discipline.
At the time, he had only been in his thirties, a fact that astonished many.
After all, not just anyone could possess such a ruthless nature and decisive attitude. Moreover, this guy was not to be trifled with. Any person or faction he targeted was doomed to a terrible end.
Oh, right, he did have a real name… Wang Dashan, wasn't it?
