"This damned bird is too arrogant!" The burly man holding a pair of golden melons had a fierce glint in his eyes. "Since that's the case, we won't be polite, let's slaughter them all!"
The people dressed in white embroidered with the characters 'Wangjiang' heard this and either unsheathed their swords with a swift motion or assumed a combat stance, their expressions resolute and devoid of fear.
Most of them had migrated to Ping'an Village from Wangjiang over three years ago.
The young man with a folding fan is Zhan Weida, Lou Yi's friend, and the rugged old man with disheveled hair and bare feet is Old Master Shi.
The one-armed man with a gaunt face is Daoist Xuanji, while the formidable man with two golden melons is Overlord Chu Feng...
Originally belonging to different factions, these people have now banded together tightly across the river, becoming important members of Wangjiang Sect.
Seeing the unexpected visitors across from them preparing to attack.
