"The Cold-Blooded Thirteen Eagles?"
Hearing the name Cold-Blooded Thirteen Eagles, Xie Jinghan's heart abruptly tightened.
He had heard that name many times already.
It was a name steeped in infamy!
Over the past few days, while gathering information in the Shu Region, he had repeatedly heard that infamous name in streets and alleyways, merchants' idle chatter, and rumors circulating through the martial world.
Xie Yue had also specifically mentioned them.
So he had made a point of investigating them.
The Cold-Blooded Thirteen Eagles were thirteen notorious bandits who had rampaged across the Shu Region for more than twenty years.
They roamed the mountains and wilderness year-round, burning, killing, pillaging, robbing escort caravans, and slaughtering entire households. There was no evil they would not commit.
Their hands were stained with countless murders, their crimes towering to the heavens.
Their infamy throughout the Shu Region could silence a crying child.
For more than twenty years, the authorities had posted bounties annually and launched one encirclement after another, yet had never brought them to justice, leaving them free to roam beyond the law.
So...
It had all been a sham.
The authorities had long been wallowing in the same mire as them.
Moreover, Miao Cunyi had said that the Cold-Blooded Thirteen Eagles were the murderers who had killed his master, Xu Lingkong.
Xie Jinghan's gaze turned icy.
On the other side, killing intent also surged in the tall man's eyes.
The Cold-Blooded Thirteen Eagles slowly advanced, their steps synchronized as they arranged their formation.
They had grown up together and trained in martial arts together, their coordination seamless, their minds in accord.
They specialized in chains. Each held a thick, jet-black length of Black Iron Chains, its end attached to a Flying Eagle Claw cast from black iron, the claw tips honed to