Black Moon City, a warehouse.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
A dozen elite members of the Fierce Tiger Organization filed into the warehouse. Each one was bristling with hostility as they warily scanned their surroundings, apparently searching for someone.
"I heard someone saw Desolate sneak into this warehouse. Why can't we see him?"
"Search the warehouse and we'll find out. If we catch Desolate, the boss will reward us handsomely—eighteen Qi Condensation Pills. Just imagine how great that'll be."
"My God, if we get eighteen Qi Condensation Pills, we'll save years of cultivation. We might even break through a level and become much stronger. We've hit the jackpot!"
"But this guy passed the Nightmare-level Trial. His strength must be the real deal. We'd better be careful. If we get caught off guard, we'll be in serious trouble."
"What's there to be afraid of? Even if the kid is strong, he's only at the First Heaven of Martial Artist Realm. Every one of us is at the Second Heaven, and some are even at the Third Heaven. Are we really supposed to be scared of a little brat like him?!"
"Exactly. There are more than a dozen of us against one of him. One punch from each of us would be enough to turn the kid into a pulp. We just have to wait for him to show up. The moment he does, he's dead. I could crush him as easily as an ant."
"Right. The Fierce Tiger Organization has split into more than a dozen groups. We're not worried about the kid's strength. We're worried he'll sneak away and leave Black Moon City, making him impossible to find."
The dozen or so elite members of the Fierce Tiger Organization chattered among themselves, each one brimming with confidence. They didn't take Xia Ping