The Taihang Mountain Stronghold was the Number One Great Bandit of the World, and its strength was enough to rival some of the top powers in the jianghu. When Prince of Lu Ji Yanchang wanted to find help among the martial world, the first place he thought of was the Taihang Mountain Stronghold, the closest to Shengjing City.
However, when Ji Yanchang tried to win them over, the unruly bandits of the Taihang Thirty-Six Saber Halls had differing opinions.
The scholar was Han Gongchou, the Yin Luo Saber of the Twelfth Blade Hall. He was strongly in favor of helping Ji Yanchang ascend the throne.
The man who had spoken up in opposition earlier was Bu Qianlong, the Blade-Wielding Yama of the Third Blade Hall. He was unruly and hot-tempered, but immensely powerful.
The heads of the first twelve halls among the Taihang Thirty-Six Saber Halls were all Soul Fusion Realm martial artists. They were the only ones present qualified to speak.
But their opinions were far from unanimous, and they argued endlessly throughout the hall.
Ke Yanyue, seated at the head of the hall, darkened. He slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Enough! All of you, shut your mouths!"
In the Taihang Mountain Stronghold, no one could match Ke Yanyue's authority. It was fair to say that with Ke Yanyue at its head, the Taihang Mountain Stronghold was the Number One Great Bandit of the World. Without him, it would be nothing but a disorganized pack of bandits.
At the sight of Ke Yanyue's anger, everyone fell silent, daring not to say another word.
Ke Yanyue stroked his bristling beard. "I've thought this through. We've done plenty of outrageous things over the years. It's time we found ourselves a patron.
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