Whether one feared death had nothing to do with whether one was powerful. One could even say that the stronger one was, the more they cherished their life, because their strength had not come easily, and they did not wish to squander it so lightly.
Though the Nian Gang's million members might seem insignificant, these gang members who fought for their meals at the canal transport docks every day were long accustomed to brawling and killing. If you did not fight or seize what you could, you would have nothing to eat.
In any case, their lives were worthless to begin with; if they died, then they died. If they fell fighting for the gang, the Nian Gang would not abandon their wives, children, or elderly parents. That was precisely why the Nian Gang could unite a million members.
Zhang Xiaochen was proof enough. His father had not been a member of the Nian Gang, yet he had died because of it. Even so, the Nian Gang still had to look after Zhang Xiaochen for the rest of his life. This was not merely a matter of righteousness, but of rules.
Now that Jiang Laosan had spoken, these Nian Gang members truly did not fear death. They dared to risk their lives against those Buddhist monks.
The leading monk immediately frowned at the sight.
A thousand people were not a thousand ants. Even if they all possessed Xiantian Realm strength, at most their physical bodies were stronger than those of other Houtian Martial Artists, and their inner force deeper. The gap was nowhere near as vast as it was in realms above the Spirit Transformation Realm.
Enough ants could bite an elephant to death. Fighting ten people was no problem for them, and even a hundred would be easy enough.