My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"Like hell I'm hooves-up facing west!" Jiang Siming was in a terrible mood, and with one slap, he sent the old man who had just spoken flying.

The other two were terrified into silence, their faces looking uglier than if they were crying.

"Kill me or flay me as you please! Why humiliate this old man as well?"

White Dragon Horse, trapped in the Quicksand, roared loudly. Jiang Siming was outright insulting him!

"It can't be that much of a coincidence, can it?" Jiang Siming muttered to himself.

"Then who are you three?" Jiang Siming said with a slight frown.

The old man who had been slapped away forcibly endured the churning blood and qi inside him and hurriedly crawled back.

It really was not that he was cowardly. Jiang Siming had simply displayed strength that was far too terrifying.

"I am the head of the Chen Family."

"I am the head of the Qian Family."

"I am the head of the Wu Family."

Jiang Siming: "..."

"What about the other family?"

"Replying to Senior, they were killed by White Dragon Horse!"

"Senior, all of us were forced by that old Ghost Bai. We truly had no intention of opposing the Cultivation World, and we would never dare challenge the status of the Seven Great Factions! We beg Senior to spare our lives!"

The three of them spoke with sincerity, just short of bursting into tears. These three figures who had once dominated Dongjiang Province could no longer care about pride or face. If their lives were gone, who still needed face?

Jiang Siming was a little dazed now. It seemed he had overestimated the Main World's combat level.

The Five Great Families could be considered overlords of their own regions, yet he had not expected their family heads' strength