When the group saw Zhou Jin, Feng Tie, and Lin Taichu standing shoulder to shoulder ahead, everyone's movements froze in an instant, and the fierce killing intent on their faces stiffened completely.
Most of the Black Tiger Gang's mercenaries had lived in the Underground City for years. They had only heard of Zhou Jin's vicious reputation, had never seen Feng Tie make a move, and knew even less about Luofeng City's situation. In their eyes, Zhou Jin was alone; no matter how formidable his combat strength was, he could not withstand all of them surrounding and killing him.
But now, standing beside Zhou Jin was a forging expert with a deep, powerful aura and a tall, straight bearing. Feng Tie had spent years tempering Dharma Artifacts and refining his body, and his aura was heavy and condensed, far surpassing that of an ordinary Half-Saint cultivator. Just standing there, he carried an extremely strong sense of pressure.
One man was already troublesome. With two top-tier experts standing shoulder to shoulder, the Black Tiger Gang's confidence was shattered in an instant.
Tie Hu's expression darkened at once. The greed in his eyes faded completely, replaced by gravity and wariness. He finally understood that Zhou Jin had not been recklessly provoking them at all, but had planned this long ago and arranged backup in advance.
The president of the Tianyuan Chamber of Commerce, who had slowly walked out from the rear, stared fixedly at the three men ahead through his silver mask, the chill around him growing even more intense.
The one thing he had failed to calculate was that Zhou Jin had already bound himself completely to the forces of Luofeng City, and even had a top-tier combatant like Feng Tie helping him.
"These pieces of trash dared to chase us out