The Dark Alliance was the hottest underground force in Yongzhou. Its members were centered around four local top-tier Celestial Being masters, supported by capable experts from every trade and profession, of varying identities and status. It controlled the lifeblood of an entire province and faintly carried the majesty of an underground emperor.
That day, one of the Dark Alliance's founders, Manor Lord Shen of Cangyun Mountain Villa, invited the other three elders of the Dark Alliance to meet, claiming they needed to discuss a matter concerning the alliance's future.
Within a grand hall at the heart of Cangyun Mountain Villa, lotus treasure lamps hung in recesses along the walls. Their yellowed afterglow filtered through paper shades, bathing the entire hall in a twilight-like radiance, exquisitely beautiful.
Four people sat at a table, each occupying one of the four directions. Their expressions, appearances, and temperaments differed, yet each possessed a unique spirit, worthy of being called an outstanding hero among men.
"Brother Shen, you summoned the three of us here just so we could deal with Xiang Yang together?"
A plump, bald man whose scalp gleamed brightly wiped the grease seeping from his face, his brow knotted tightly. This was far too frivolous. What did Shen Ao take them for? Hired thugs, or brainless fools?
Shen Ao had just cut straight to the point and explained why he had summoned them: he wanted to deal with Xiang Yang, the man currently famous throughout Yongzhou and the center of attention. It was simply too absurd.
Leaving aside Xiang Yang's extraordinary status and martial arts, the three of them stood on equal footing with Shen Ao. Why should they risk their lives for him just because he said a word?
The Dark Alliance had begun with Shen Ao's networking, but one hand could