They might have thought Saint Lord Taichu was joking, but only Saint Lord Taichu's own disciples knew what kind of person he truly was.
"Master, don't worry. If he manages to walk out of here today, I'll consider it my loss. I definitely won't let that brat off easy. After all, if people like us can't accomplish something worthwhile, then what's the point of us living in this world? Right, Master? Aren't we right?"
His words were quite on point, but Saint Lord Taichu did not care. Smiling, he said, "First, you have to be capable of doing it for it to mean anything. You can talk all you want, but I couldn't care less. And as for these people from the Crow Clan and Bat Clan, don't underestimate them."
"They may look incredibly weak on the surface, but every last one of them is ruthless. If you don't respect your opponents, then it would not be an exaggeration to say that those words will soon apply to you."
The Crow Clan had long survived mainly by eating human flesh. To them, stuffing human meat into their bellies and filling themselves up was far more pleasant and enjoyable than anything else.
That was why most people immediately took a detour whenever they saw them.
But some particularly unfortunate people could not escape after encountering them and were treated as food, devoured mouthful by mouthful. It might have been bearable if such things happened only once or twice, but this occurred constantly.
Who wouldn't be bewildered upon seeing something like that? Saint Lord Taichu said to them, "Enough talk. If you dare to come, then come. My disciples are all waiting for you here. This isn't a joke, understand? Come over and fight."
Saint Lord Taichu was fully capable of making