"You've come to kill me, and that you certainly can,"
The martial artist sneered, his right hand steadying the blade.
Inspired by this, another man clad in a Taoist robe, who appeared to be in his forties, stepped forward with furious eyes and said:
"Wang Anfeng, I bore no grudge against you in the past nor do I have any recent quarrels, but the reason I'm here is because amongst the hundred thousand under your father the general, my old father was killed by your dad. Should I not kill you?"
Wang Anfeng seemed to have no words to say, and he said softly:
"To avenge one's father is a moral duty of nature and heaven, you should come!"
"Wang Anfeng..."
Somehow, Cao Donglin, who had previously seemed like a leader amongst the people, now appeared as if he did not exist, simply standing aside and watching as each Jianghu person, for real or for pretense, angrily pronounced their own reasons.
