"Stand farther back and stay alive!"
After Lin Bai and Huang Qingyun had made proper arrangements for the Li Family martial artists, the dozen or so figures in the snowstorm also arrived before them.
Despite the violent snowstorm raging all around them, the dozen or so people still stood tall and straight like pines, unmoving amid the wind and snow like immovable rocks.
Lin Bai and Huang Qingyun looked over together, carefully studying the appearances of the dozen people.
There were twelve martial artists in total. They came in all shapes and sizes, and included men and women, young and old.
There was a young one who looked like a child.
There was an old man who radiated a dense aura of death, looking like a corpse that had just crawled out of a grave.
There was a woman dressed in sable fur, with an orchid-like bearing, resembling a fairy from the Moon Palace or a celestial maiden from the heavens.
There was also an ugly-looking woman, with a glaring crimson birthmark on the upper left side of her forehead.
There was a man dressed in brocade robes and fine clothes, looking like a young master from an aristocratic family.
Meng Qiu... The Northern Region furrowed his brows and pondered deeply. He had once found the origins of that clan within Meng Qiu's top sects.
But why were the Wolf Marquis' martial artists not afraid of death? Why had they dared to come knocking on his door of their own accord?
The Wolf Marquis' environment was favorable, but resources were scarce. Many clans were surrounded by wind and snow all year round, leaving them unable to obtain resources.
The Northern Region had achieved what he had today entirely through fighting his way forward with sword and fist.
That was precisely