Xia Ping sensed his surroundings with his mental power and found that every bandit present was a Martial Master Realm expert. The strongest among them was at the fourth level of the Martial Master Realm.
So many Martial Master-level experts gathered together would shock just about anyone. Their combined strength was enough to kill someone who had just entered the Martial Master Realm dozens of times over.
"You brat!"
Kou Gao stared at Xia Ping and grinned savagely. "I'm the leader of the Wind-Chasing Thieves you've been looking for. I hear you want to kill us and use us as stepping stones to make a name for yourself?!"
"You dared to do something so brainless in West Desolate City. Have you decided how you want to die?"
Terrifying killing intent poured from him, crashing down like a tidal wave as he tried to break Xia Ping's nerve.
"Boss, why bother asking?" A Wind-Chasing Thief beside him shouted. "For a spoiled brat who doesn't know his place, we should chop off his hands and feet, then gouge out his eyes. Let him experience what it means to wish he were dead."
His face was twisted with malice.
"Exactly! Some little punk thinks he can wipe out the Wind-Chasing Thieves? He's asking to die."
"If we don't kill one to scare the others, every spoiled young master will think they can make a name for themselves by taking our heads. How are we supposed to put up with that?"
"If this keeps up, these rich brats will keep bothering us. How are we supposed to rob people and carry out our usual bandit business?"
"If we don't kill a few, these young masters won't know fear. They think we're soft targets they can push around."
The Wind-Chasing Thieves shouted, each one vicious