"These provisions aren't yours, Dantai Ming."
"From today on, the Dantai Family calls the shots in Luofeng City." Dantai Ming took a step forward, Soul Power gathering in his palm. "Leave the grain behind and get out of the northern district. I can pretend nothing happened."
The black-clothed man leader sneered, and the black Soul Power on his long saber surged.
"That's not for you to decide."
Before his words had even fallen, dense footsteps came from the other end of the street. Lin Taichu looked out from the cracks at the side of the warehouse and saw dozens of black-robed Cultivators pouring out from the alley mouths on both sides of the street, surrounding the Dantai Family in turn.
The man at their head was none other than Wu Yin. Behind him followed a dozen or so Wuming Sect Disciples and more than thirty hired Cultivators, each holding a magic artifact, all of them bristling with murderous intent.
Dantai Ming's expression darkened. Wu Yin had come, and the situation reversed in an instant. Though the Dantai Family's people were elites, they were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers.
Wu Yin walked to the black-clothed man leader's side, his gaze sweeping over Dantai Ming as he said in a hoarse voice, "Boy from the Dantai Family, it might be enough if your father Dantai Hong came. You don't qualify."
"Wu Yin, your Wuming Sect hasn't caused enough trouble in the Southern Border, so now you've come to run wild in the Northern Region too?"
"Luofeng City doesn't belong to the Northern Region, nor does it belong to the Southern Border. Whoever has the ability to take it, owns it."
Dantai Ming gave a cold snort and circulated his Soul Power to the limit. Under the suppression of the Restriction, he