What Do You Think You Are?

The Sand Mercenary Group.

More than a dozen people had gathered in the hall, all mercenaries who had just escaped back.

Every one of them was wounded, their clothes smeared with blood. Some had lost an arm; others limped on a broken leg.

Luo Bu sat in a chair, looking at them with a deep frown.

"Commander, you have to get justice for us." A mercenary knelt on the floor, his voice hoarse. "People from the Desert Iron Mercenary Group wounded us and killed more than a dozen of our brothers."

Luo Bu's expression darkened. "The Desert Iron Mercenary Group?"

"Yes." Another mercenary spoke up. "The one who attacked us was a young man. I heard he's the younger brother of the two commanders of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group."

Luo Bu tapped his fingers against the table, each knock a dull thud.

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li's younger brother?

He had spent years in Desert Rock City, and he and the Desert Iron Mercenary Group had always kept to their own sides of the river. Xiao Ding was a fairly reasonable man, and although Xiao Li was a little impulsive, he had never dared touch Luo Bu's people.

And now some greenhorn had shown up and killed his men?

"What's that young man's strength?" Luo Bu asked.

"I don't know." The mercenary lowered his head. "We weren't even close to being his match. He could kill someone with a single palm strike."

Luo Bu fell silent for a moment. He could also kill an ordinary mercenary with one palm strike. There was nothing surprising about that.

"Commander, we can't let this go." A mercenary raised his head. "Our brothers can't have died for nothing."

"Right. We have to teach the Desert Iron Mercenary Group a lesson," another mercenary chimed in.

"Let them know who calls the shots in Desert Rock City."

Luo Bu stood up and took a broadsword from the wall, strapping it back to his waist.

"Let's go."

"Commander, where to?"

"The Desert Iron Mercenary Group." Luo Bu's voice was cold.

Outside the Desert Iron Mercenary Group's gate.

The sky had already darkened.

Two guards stood at the entrance. When they saw a group of people approaching in the distance, their expressions changed at once.

Luo Bu led the way, with dozens of skilled fighters behind him, each brimming with killing intent.

"Quick, go report to the commander," one guard whispered.

The other guard turned and ran into the courtyard.

Luo Bu walked up to the entrance and looked at the guards before him. "Tell Xiao Ding and Xiao Li to come out."

The guard stood straight. "Our commanders aren't here."

Luo Bu raised his hand and struck the guard in the chest with his palm. The man flew backward, slammed into the gate, then slid to the ground, lifeless.

"Kill your way in." Luo Bu waved his hand.

The people behind him immediately charged through the gate. The Desert Iron Mercenary Group's men rushed over at the commotion, and the two sides began fighting inside the entrance.

Luo Bu's men were all skilled fighters from the Sand Mercenary Group. They were no weaklings, and the ordinary mercenaries of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group couldn't stop them.

Screams, clashing weapons, and pleas for mercy all mingled together.

In moments, more than a dozen members of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group lay on the ground. Some were dead, some were wounded, and some couldn't get back up.

Luo Bu stood in the middle of the courtyard and looked around. "Xiao Ding! Xiao Li! Get out here!"

A mercenary from the Desert Iron Mercenary Group took advantage of the chaos and ran into the hall.

Inside the hall.

Xiao Ding was sitting in a chair, drinking tea, while Xiao Li stood by the window.

"Commander, this is bad!" The mercenary ran in, panting. "The Sand Mercenary Group has attacked us!"

Xiao Ding put down his teacup. "How many?"

"Dozens. Their commander, Luo Bu, seems to be leading them," the mercenary said. "The two guards at the gate have already been killed."

Xiao Li's expression changed. "That old bastard Luo Bu dares to attack our people?"

"He said he wants the younger brother of the two commanders," the mercenary said. "He wants to kill him."

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li exchanged a glance.

He was looking for Little Yanzi?

"Where's Little Yanzi?" Xiao Ding asked.

"The third commander is in the back courtyard," the mercenary said. "He hasn't come out yet."

"Don't let him come out." Xiao Ding stood up. "We'll handle this."

Xiao Li stood as well and took his weapon down from the wall.

The two of them left the hall and headed toward the gate.

Outside the gate.

Luo Bu stood among the bodies. His men had already taken control of the entire front courtyard.

The Desert Iron Mercenary Group's mercenaries had been forced against a wall. Not one of them dared move.

Xiao Ding and Xiao Li came out. When they saw the bodies on the ground, their expressions turned grim.

"Commander Luo Bu, what is the meaning of this?" Xiao Ding said coldly.

Luo Bu looked at him with open disdain. "What do you think? Your younger brother wounded my men and killed my men. What do you think it means?"

"Hand that kid over, and I'll spare your lives."

Xiao Li was furious. "Go to hell!"

Luo Bu turned his gaze to Xiao Li. "You're Xiao Li?"

"So what if I am?" Xiao Li said.

"I hear you're pretty strong," Luo Bu said. "Come on, let me see how much you're worth."

Xiao Li was about to charge forward, but Xiao Ding stopped him.

"Big brother, move." Xiao Li pushed Xiao Ding's hand away.

"You're no match for him," Xiao Ding said quietly.

"So what?" Xiao Li replied. "Are we just going to let him shit on our heads?"

Xiao Ding fell silent.

Xiao Li drew his weapon and walked toward Luo Bu. Luo Bu stood where he was without moving an inch.

When Xiao Li charged within striking range, Luo Bu raised a hand. Xiao Li swung his blade, but Luo Bu dodged to the side and struck him in the chest with his palm.

Xiao Li flew backward and crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Second brother!" Xiao Ding hurried over to help him up.

Luo Bu stood where he was, looking at them with a mocking smile.

"That's all the strength you have, and you still dare run your mouth in front of me? The Desert Iron Mercenary Group is nothing special."

Xiao Li gritted his teeth and tried to stand, but the pain in his chest left him with no strength.

"The Desert Iron Mercenary Group only survived this long in Desert Rock City by luck, didn't it?" Luo Bu said. "Xiao Ding, your younger brother is this useless, and you still let him come out and make a fool of himself?"

Xiao Ding's face turned ashen, but he said nothing.

Luo Bu took a few steps forward. "Hand that kid over, or none of you are leaving today."

Xiao Ding raised his head and was about to speak when a voice came from behind him.

"No need to look."

Everyone turned toward the voice. Xiao Yan walked out through the gate, his face expressionless.

Xiao Ding's expression changed. "Little Yanzi, what are you doing out here?"

"Go back," Xiao Li said as well. "You don't need to fight here."

Xiao Yan ignored them and walked up to Luo Bu. Luo Bu looked him up and down. "You're Xiao Ding and Xiao Li's younger brother?"

"Yes," Xiao Yan said.

"You wounded my men and killed my men," Luo Bu said. "What do you think we should do about it?"

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Yan asked.

Luo Bu sneered. "Kneel and kowtow to me three times. Then hand over that woman called Qing Lin, and I might spare your life."

Xiao Yan looked at him. "Say that again."

Luo Bu furrowed his brow. "I said, kneel and kowtow to me three times, then hand over Qing Lin. Can't you understand plain speech?"

Xiao Yan said calmly, "What do you think you are?"

Luo Bu's expression turned completely grim. In all his years in Desert Rock City, no one had ever dared speak to him like that.

"You dare insult me?"

"So what if I do?" Xiao Yan said. "A piece of trash like you thinks you can run your mouth in front of me?"

Luo Bu flew into a rage and struck at Xiao Yan with his palm. He put all his strength into the blow, Dou Qi gathering in his palm as a fierce gust of wind surged around it.

Xiao Yan stood motionless. When Luo Bu's attack reached him, he casually raised his hand and flicked it aside.

Bang.

With a muffled thud, Luo Bu flew backward and crashed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The people from the Sand Mercenary Group were all stunned. Their commander was a Da Dou Shi, yet he had been sent flying with a single palm strike?

Luo Bu struggled to his feet, his face deathly pale. He stared at Xiao Yan, eyes filled with shock.

"You... what level of strength do you have?"