Old Scorpion's sudden shout truly gave Black Tiger and the others a fright.
Faced with this situation, the Black Tiger Gang's higher-ups reacted differently.
Black Panther, the hot-tempered deputy gang leader, immediately exploded with rage. He had already been filled with anger and helplessness over the Eastern Revival Gang.
Now that he saw Old Scorpion speaking like this, how could he possibly endure it?
"You old bastard, watch how you talk!"
Enraged, Black Panther let out a low shout and charged straight at Old Scorpion.
He had already made up his mind to teach this old man a lesson.
Kneel and pay respects?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Not good!
The moment he heard his younger brother's angry growl, Black Tiger inwardly cried out in alarm and wanted to stop him.
But he was too late. Before he could say anything, Black Panther had already rushed out.
Because Old Scorpion cultivated the Assassination Art, and the Assassination Art possessed an extremely powerful concealment effect, it was difficult for others to detect one's true realm after cultivating it.
Although Old Scorpion had only recently succeeded in cultivating the Assassination Art and had yet to fully master this concealing power, even so, among those present, only someone at Black Tiger's level could barely detect Old Scorpion's realm.
Moreover, even Black Tiger had only sensed a faint trace of Old Scorpion's aura. It was dangerous—though he could not clearly tell what realm the old man was actually at.
But one thing Black Tiger could be certain of was that this elder's realm was absolutely no lower than his own, and might even surpass it.
Naturally, Black Panther was no match for him.
Sure enough!
The next moment, with a bang, Old Scorpion's figure flashed. Before Black Tiger could even see