The Iron Blood Brotherhood's affiliated guilds were still alive and well. Lu Yang had not disbanded them, instead giving them half a year to consolidate and resolve their existing problems as soon as possible. This was already the greatest leniency he could offer them.
Lu Yang suspected these seven people were not from the thirty affiliated guilds, but newcomers. Given how the Iron Blood Brotherhood treated fellow Chinese players, there was no reason for Chinese players to cause trouble for him.
Light flashed.
Lu Yang appeared in Tiger's Maw's teleportation array. He had just mounted his flying dragon and risen into the sky when he saw that Han Ying, Han Fei, and Han Yu, the three siblings, were already fighting seven players on the ground outside Tiger's Maw.
These seven players were clearly no match for the three siblings. Though they were all lower gods, their reaction speeds were nearly ten times slower than Han Ying and the others'. They were being beaten without any ability to fight back and were on the verge of defeat.
Lu Yang commanded his flying dragon to hover above the battlefield and examined the seven people closely. The seven people and the three siblings also noticed Lu Yang.
"The president of the Iron Blood Brotherhood?" A man in his twenties among the seven showed an angry expression and shouted, "Ignore the others. Kill him together."
The remaining six nodded and raised both hands toward Lu Yang. Skills such as Cleansing Worldly Flames, Wrath of Heavens, and Purifying Divine Light shot toward him one after another.
Lu Yang frowned. These were still the most basic skills. They did not even have Divine Flame Skyburst or Azure Divine Thunder, yet they dared to make trouble here? He vanished in the blink of an eye, then appeared