What Xia Ping had done swept through Black Moon City like a hurricane, making all the city's martial artists aware of it. The news spread like boiling water.
"Big news, huge news! The three major gang organizations have put aside their grudges and plan to join forces against Desolate."
"What's unbelievable is that this has never happened before. These gang organizations have always been at each other's throats. How could they possibly join forces?"
"They have no choice. Desolate is practically a demon king, far too vicious. Word is, he's killed dozens of elites from the Blood Hand Organization, the Fierce Tiger Organization, and the Poison Wolf Organization in succession, dealing the three gangs heavy losses."
"Wasn't he surrounded? How could so many people still have been killed?"
"I have to say, Desolate is incredibly clever, and he's mastered an exceptionally sophisticated technique for concealing his movements. The gangs can't find him. As a result, that kid deliberately picks on the weak, targeting experts below the Third Heaven of Martial Artist Realm. Naturally, those gang elites are no match for him and have been wiped out completely."
"Exactly. If this keeps up, all three major gangs' underlings will be dead. What good are a few high-ranking bosses left over? They'll be commanders without troops, and their organizations will exist in name only."
"That's why the leaders of the three major gangs are furious. They've decided to join forces. They can't let that kid keep running rampant."
"To make all three major gangs in Black Moon City join forces against him— even if Desolate dies, he'll still go down in history."
"Hard to say. Judging by what he's done so far, Desolate might not die after all."
"I think he's dead for sure. The three major gangs are terrifyingly powerful. They're