Five days after Meng Zhao left, a band of fierce men suddenly rose up and caused trouble in Lingwu City, wreaking havoc everywhere and drawing the city's attention.
Meanwhile, more than a dozen powerful fighters used supreme secret arts to unleash Grandmaster-level combat power and headed straight for Meng Family Village. They slaughtered countless people along the way, looking like vicious fiends with evil written across their faces. Clearly, they had other designs on the Meng Family.
Their leader was a burly man of around forty, with a hard, square face and thick, powerful bones. His heavy brows were black as ink, and as he ran, his body flashed like thunder, trails of lightning bursting around him. Behind him followed more than a dozen martial artists with cold expressions, some even carrying an inexplicable air of sorrow.
"Brother Tang, do we still have a chance of surviving this battle? Will we ever see our families again?"
A young man of barely twenty, apparently quite familiar with the leading burly man, felt uneasy and anxious. Unable to settle his heart, he took the initiative to ask him.
On the surface, this group consisted of martial artists from outside Lingwu City. Stirred by the actions of Nine Nether Ghost from Cloud Prefecture, they too had set out to become great bandits, burning, killing, plundering, and causing massive destruction to Lingwu City.
In truth, they were all death warriors raised by the Beitang Imperial Clan. They had been carefully selected from death row—men with talent, aptitude, and loved ones to worry about, easy to keep in hand.
Using the advanced techniques they possessed, the Beitang Imperial Clan had temporarily elevated these people to Grandmaster-level power. Afterward, their meridians would atrophy and their true qi would fade, until they gradually became ordinary people. Most