A man holding an iron rod said, "Big Brother, go after Lu Chengwen. Killing him will earn us the top merit; Second Master Jiang will definitely give us a proper name. Leave this idiot to me!"
Iron Rod Thirteen nodded. "He may be a minor character, but he is quite capable. Do not underestimate him. Fight steadily."
"Understood."
The four men rose and leaped into the air, going after Lu Chengwen.
The one left behind smiled faintly, lightly tapping his iron rod against the ground.
"Zhao Ritian, right? Lu Chengwen's lapdog?"
Zhao Ritian flew into a rage at once, his eyes widening like bronze bells!
"Merely at the peak of the Four Gates, have you even touched the threshold of the Anti-Four Gates? Even an idiot can reach this level. Who knows how many heavenly treasures your master wasted on you."
Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on his hammers.
"Ah... too bad your head is worthless, so I will handle you. How about this? Since you use hammers, you should have some strength. Throw one attack at me and let me see. If you have any talent at all, I might even offer you a few pointers."
Zhao Ritian was so furious that steam nearly came out of his nostrils!
"Not convinced?"
The man laughed. "Come on, let me see how much fighting power an idiot has."
He turned to look into the distance. "That over there is the Jiang Family's Second Master, a great figure standing at the pinnacle of this martial world. How many wandering heroes dream of fighting beneath his gaze? Perhaps you have heard of our reputation, but unfortunately, this will also be the last time you hear it..."
"This martial world is destined to be..."
Bang!
His brains splattered everywhere.
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